Out for a late Sunday afternoon walk without another person in sight, I turned around when a voice called out, “Move to the left.”
That voice, in one of those so English of accents, came from a policeman wearing the stereotypical bobby’s uniform.
Out for a late Sunday afternoon walk without another person in sight, I turned around when a voice called out, “Move to the left.”
That voice, in one of those so English of accents, came from a policeman wearing the stereotypical bobby’s uniform.