I Think That When You're 93 It's About Time To Swallow Your Pride And WEAR. YOUR. HEARING. AID!

Old Lady With Stick: "Well, good morning!"

Old Lady With Chic Silk Scarf: "Good Morning!"

OLWS: "There's a taxi."

OLWCSS: "Oh! Are you waiting for a taxi too?"

OLWS: "Yes, isn't it?"

OLWCSS: "Well I'm sure mine will be along soon."

OLWS: "A little nippy though."

Granddaughter: "That's your taxi, Margo."

OLWCSS: "He'll only be a few minutes I'm sure"

G: "Let's go and ask him, shall we?"

OLWCSS: "Really?"

OLWS: "I can't imagine who he's waiting for."

OLWCSS: "Oh, you're waiting for someone?"

OLWS: "Well, maybe it will clear up."

G: "Oh, LOOK! There's the number you called, on the side of the taxi! This must be YOUR TAXI!"

OLWS: "Are you expecting a taxi? There's on there..."

OLWCSS: "Well, maybe we should ask him."

G: "GOOD IDEA!"

OLWCSS: "Because this person doesn't seem to be in a hurry."

OLWS: "Yes, I think it might."

OLWCSS: "Oh, is it? Well, we can wait..."

G (steering OLWCSS by shoulders): "Okay, then! Let's go!"

OLWCSS: "Hello"

Taxi Driver: "Mrs. E?"

OLWCSS: "Well that's all right then. To the hairdresser's in W. And we can give you a lift Nan."

G: "Well, it's out of your way, isn't it? I'll be all right walking, thanks."

OLWCSS: "So that's A. Road."

G: "THE WALK WILL DO ME GOOD!!"

T.D: Very savvy, bundles OLWCSS into car, waves me goodbye theatrically, and starts talking loudly to OLWCSS, "HAVING A HAIRCUT TODAY ARE WE?"

Granddaughter beats hasty retreat. Laughing merrily all the way home and grateful for the wisdom of Bournemouth Taxi Drivers.