Et tu Brute?

We have to whip the poor lad off to the vet, Shakespeare the rabbit that is. Being carless is a pain so ally and I bundle him into his top of the range transporter and its on the 173 for me and the youngsters. Stop at the post office at Allerton Road on the way to pick up euros. Huge queue, and astoinished at the amount of thins you can do there many of which involve an old lady and a keypad and shouting. Seems you can even post letters there too. I used to have a post office set when I was a kid or was it daves.? Any recall bro? Great thing about a younger brother was you got two rounds of being a kid. Action man had got eagle eyes real hair, a voice and gripping hands by the time Dave got them. A bloody scorpion tank, jeep and helicopter too (not that I am bitter). Mine had a shoebox, a home made parachute. And the biggest indignity home made, hand knitted jump suits in a variety of old wools. Ee we were poor but our action figures were always tidy.
That started as a wandering about whether toy post offices today are as good as the old days. Do you get a keypad euros and E111 forms? Throw in a deaf old lady and impatient middle class grauniad readers and you are away.
Then its off to Crawfords the vet. Nice young Mr Chinnery, who is good with the boy. The boy behaves, gets a jab and I lose 24 notes we walk home. Jobs a good un