One moment all was quiet, and the next, a disembodied voice was
bellowing from somewhere in the vicinity of the begonias. Strictly
speaking, it wasn’t actually addressing me, and I know this
because it said: "this is a no smoking area. Please put your cigarette
out. A member of staff has been informed" and I gave up smoking six
weeks ago. But really, how Orwellian is that? The smokers looked
understandably alarmed, glanced furtively around, and then scarpered. I
can’t help questioning the wisdom of installing a talking flowerbed to
tell people off in the grounds of a psychiatric hospital, of all places.
Yes.
It’s not helping the nutters either.
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