This is almost a micro study on the mercenary nature of teenagers – if you have them yourself by now, perhaps you’ll recognise them in this – or yourself?! I had been asked to move some earth for an OAP neighbour across the road – I thought perhaps that there might have been a couple of quid in it for me. Indignantly, I noted ‘no chance!’ All that sweat and strain to my back etc, and what for? The chance to say that I did a good deed for someone worse off than me? Yep, that was about the long and the short of it. Not so much as a brass farthing was pressed in to my sweaty palm! And, it was a ‘nice day’, so I doubt that it wasn’t a cool day. Never mind, I took the dogs, still plural, for a walk, so I’m guessing that Auntie must’ve been away. Also, my eye was no better. Well what the bloody hell was that all about?