Call him before you leaveI call Mr B to tell him I’m on my way to pick him up.
They’ll need to ban mirrors to look at the kids with. Or looking in the mirror at the kids. Or turning around.
I’ve literally just crossed the road at Great Portland Street and a bloke was sat at a green light, not moving, eating a sandwich. When I stepped into the crossing, he pulled forward, moaning at me for getting in his way, with a mouth and handful of sandwich.