Was taken out in the car to visit a retail park, looking for a DTT Freeview box to replace our knackered Sky+ setup. Out of three shops, none of them had the one I wanted in stock – nor did they have any boxes with hard drives to store TV shows. Should have ordered one online, but I wanted to have a mooch in a shop. Sometimes some old fashioned shlepping around the shops is good for the soul, no?
On the way back, we stopped at the pub and had a couple of pints and a bite to eat. I was concerned that the man with the mobile phone would be there, ready to harrass us, but he wasn’t. After an afternoon in the sun, I got a big fat red face for my sins and a couple of quid lighter. On the way out of the pub who should be standing by the car park resplendant with a pint in one hand and his mobile phone in the other (clamped to his ear and engaged in conversation) than our old friend Mr Mobile Phone Big Mouth Man. People never change, eh?

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