stop, look, listen

Good advice, crossing Cromer Church Street is like waiting for paint to dry, its very cold out there and not a single car wanted to let me cross. Obviously i,m either not young and glamourous or anceint enough to merit the consideration.  Finally, crossing and reaching my destination for a 2 minute visit I have to retrace my steps and do it all again. Back in the office, cold, grumpy and feeling the need to moan!