What a London day. It

What a London day. It snowed this morning, and a proper East End funeral just went past the office. Horse-drawn hearse with ‘My sister Rosie’ in flowered letters on the sides, limo after limo with ‘Aunt’ or huge bouquets. The plumed horses and liveried footmen looked quite odd waiting at the traffic lights.
One of my bosses has a new whoopee cushion and he’s like that kid in your class with undiagnosed ADD.