She Pish......

Doris, parking his car at the supermarket this morning, was alarmed to see an elderly lady, decidedly déshabillé, having a piddle beside the bins.

'I know who she is' he told me, 'she's the poor old soul who stands outside the shop all day.'

'Doing what?' I asked (stupidly; you'd think I'd know better by now.)

'Selling the Big Pissue....'


Oh. Dear.