I told the nurse it hurts when I touch my leg, my head, arm and ribs.

She told me I'd broken my finger

You weren’t there and l wasn’t there but there are always two sides to a story!

I have just returned home from visiting Iceland, (the frozen food store, for our American cousins).

When I got to the checkout and started loading my groceries on the belt, the cashier whipped through them faster than I could load them, leaving them to pile up in the packing area.

So I had to sort through and pack this enormous pile of groceries in a space simply not big enough.

I decided to get my own back on this cheeky mare and started, slowly mind, to pack my shopping away. When the Mare huffed and puffed at being kept waiting, I packed even more slowly.

The Mare finally got the message when after making snide remarks to the next customer, I packed even more slowly.

When I finally got done she told me the price and I started patting all my pockets looking for my wallet. Her look of exasperation made me pat all the more.

So, after I eventually paid, I smiled sweetly at her and said, "Who was it said that pensioners never have fun".

I worked in Asda one Xmas, I was totally knackered and probably grouchy the whole time. It was probably the worst job I ever did.
I've been a dispenser (500 items dispensed on a Thursday when the nursing homes sent their 'scripts in), barmaid, one time in one of the roughest pubs in Bristol, shop assistant in small craft shop, assistant in corner shop on my own most of the time, porcelain doll maker, cleaner in schools and old folks homes and volunteered in schools, run Life drawing sessions.
Worst of all was till assistant in Asda!