I'd been putting some dog 'unmentionables' in the bin, when I was approached by a man of about 35 years old.
"Excuse me Sir, is your name 'Hutchinson' by any chance?". He asked.
"No, I'm afraid not" I replied.
"I'm looking for someone, and I thought you looked a bit like him" he said.
"Not me" I replied "It would be extremely surprising if I was him; with all the number of people around!"
"Well, I thought I'd ask anyway; you do look very much like the person I'm looking for".
"Have your tried any of the Social Media sites, such as Facebook?" I suggested.
"Yes, I've done all that, but nothing".
"Well, I wish you luck with your search" I said, whilst turning to go.
"He's my BLOODY FATHER" he suddenly screamed at me, "and I haven't seen him since my 12th birthday".
Only then did I realise that he was possibly an escapee from Broadmoor. I put Billy on his lead and we walked slowly away, just occasionally looking around to see that he wasn't following me with a Machete.
Sometimes I feel quite anxious about strangers. This was one such occasion!
Mrs T's 'Care in the Community' never worked, and it never will. Bring back those 'Homes for the mentally disturbed'.
2 comments:
Are you sure your name is not Hutchinson?
Best to check ... to be on the safe side...
It's not even close to my name, but I don't suppose he was even looking for someone with that name anyway. He was a nutter.
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