There's a conversation going on the 'Street Cries' thread, and not wishing to continue the thread drift I felt prompted me to start this one.

One night, years ago when Anna was a baby, we went up to London to the all night chemist (pharmacy) in Piccadilly. Arlene went in to fill the prescription while I waited outside with the baby in the pram.

There was a 'girl' in the doorway of the chemist's who had the most awful make up on that you have ever seen. She was obviously on the game and well past her prime. She started giving me the eye and I looked at her, then I looked down at the pram, and looked back at her again. Not a word was said. The poor dear gave a disgusted shrug of her shoulders and left in a huff.