Well-Earned Ciggy Break
It's a bitterly cold winter's evening and local patrol officer, Ms Aneka madam, stops directly above me to light up a well-earned cigarette. I can only hope and pray that some of the hot ashes from her ciggy fall down through the grating of my drain and thus help to warm up my freezing face! Mind you, I must admit, just the sight of her plain white bootsock-top towering over my humble head is enough to warm the cockles of my pathetic, drain-slave heart!
Incidentally, for the avoidance of doubt, Ms Aneka doesn't give a damn about me. I'm just the dirty drain slave beneath her boots.
Incidentally, for the avoidance of doubt, Ms Aneka doesn't give a damn about me. I'm just the dirty drain slave beneath her boots.