At St Eriksplan today a loony stepped in front of the buggy as Zo and I started to go across the zebra crossing. He tried to stop me and proclaimed to the world that Zoe was not my daughter.
Embarassed I dashed past him but he then recruited a postman (as one does)and chased after me down into the Metro determined to make a citizen's arrest.
The sheepish postie came up to me and asked me if Zoe (fast asleep thank goodness) was my child. I fear I was not desperately polite to him.
All in all, proof of my extraordinary capacity to attract every fruitcake within a one mile radius.
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