Prodigal Child

It was bedtime, and two of us were writing in our journals, recording the unusual events of the day. It was a treat evening because we had air-conditioning in the 40-degree heat and 88% humidity, and electric light. The other one was reading a book quietly next to us. She said, in her gentle Cambridgeshire accent, and without a trace of exaggerated tone,  "Smack my bitch up"; we laughed and laughed and laughed.

Human too

Miss R, the obs&gynae consultant, was walking down the labour ward corridor behind me. Miss R is a good doctor. But she doesn't worry herself about speaking to or acknowledging students like myself. She is aware of the traditional medical hierarchy. She remains a little distant, doesn't joke or gossip with other staff.  Making our way down the corridor, I could hear her hiccuping softly as we walked.

Anthropomorphism

Walking to the train station through an industrial estate, a magpie skipped and hopped across the road in front of me. It looked so happy, it made me smile.

Not that we know of

My older sister and I look very similar. We were in a hostel in Shanghai when we walked past two men, one of whom called out to us "Excuse me, are you twins?" We said no, sisters but not twins. The man asked us again, "No, you are twins aren't you?" We said no once more, and carried on downstairs. "Are you sure?" he said. "Yes we're sure!" said my sister.  

We could hear him say to his friend as we descended, "They are definitely twins."

Better than Tesco

In Japan, we shopped for supplies in a supermarket near Mount Fuji whose name was 'Welcome Friends, I am POTATO'.

Whilst we were sleeping #3

Whilst we were sleeping and drunk: "I'd like to have a Deirdre Barlow picnic with big glasses and nice music".

Cooler than you

It was a hot day in London and everyone was sweltering on the tube. Exiting at my stop, a middle-aged man man bounded ahead of me up the stairs wearing only a pair of calvin klein underpants, trainers, and an empty-looking backpack.