The first driver has a son who was born
with three teeth in his mouth. The midwife said
she had never seen that before.
His other son is the type of guy
who knows when to leave a party
and is content playing alone.
He thinks I’ll like it at the health centre
because the people are nice and they
sorted his daughter’s in-growing toenail
with local anaesthetic and some kind of acid.
He wanted to know how long I’ve lived
in this area, if I have a network around
me, if I get the chance to enjoy hobbies.
The second driver drove us silently
for 30 minutes until the shop was visible.
This Waitrose better have a toilet. It does.

© Carl Burkitt 2022