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... my good deed for the day is completed. 
I spotted an elderly lady across the road shuffling along and obviously in some difficulty.
She was hanging on to street furniture, walls, railings and cars as she slowly hobbled up the street.
I asked if she needed any help and she said yes please. I offered her my arm and we snail's pace walked up the street for some considerable distance in the pouring rain. She was outside number 26 and I had to slowly walk with her to number 160 which is quite a way up the hill. She was exhausted I think. Her house was a bit derelict and I had to walk backwards up a slope to get her to her back door (the front door being inaccessible and overgrown with shrubbery and brambles).
She admitted that in her hurry to post a letter before the post office closed she had forgotten her walking stick.
Her little poodle dogs were very pleased to see her.
I suspect a bit of dementia may have been involved (her, not me...you understand?).
Anyway the steady rain has soaked me through and my wife was upset that I had gone missing, and I got a telling off.
So truly....no good deed goes unpunished.
I spotted an elderly lady across the road shuffling along and obviously in some difficulty.
She was hanging on to street furniture, walls, railings and cars as she slowly hobbled up the street.
I asked if she needed any help and she said yes please. I offered her my arm and we snail's pace walked up the street for some considerable distance in the pouring rain. She was outside number 26 and I had to slowly walk with her to number 160 which is quite a way up the hill. She was exhausted I think. Her house was a bit derelict and I had to walk backwards up a slope to get her to her back door (the front door being inaccessible and overgrown with shrubbery and brambles).
She admitted that in her hurry to post a letter before the post office closed she had forgotten her walking stick.
Her little poodle dogs were very pleased to see her.
I suspect a bit of dementia may have been involved (her, not me...you understand?).
Anyway the steady rain has soaked me through and my wife was upset that I had gone missing, and I got a telling off.
So truly....no good deed goes unpunished.
ed if she needed any help and she said yes please. I offered her my arm and we snail's pace walked up the street for some considerable distance in the pouring rain. She was outside number 26 and I had to slowly walk with her to number 160 which is quite a way up the hill. She was exhausted I think. Her house was a bit derelict and I had to walk backwards up a slope to get her to her back door (the front door being inaccessible and overgrown with shrubbery and brambles).
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