I was once caught in a sort of similar situation in A Tesco’s in London early 70’s. The person who had purloined the stake for lunch returned it to the fridge as we were being buckled to the managers office
That's great to hear! I was trying to make them work as individual-enough parts. It's such a nice thought knowing someone is looking forward to the next part
I was once caught in a sort of similar situation in A Tesco’s in London early 70’s. The person who had purloined the stake for lunch returned it to the fridge as we were being buckled to the managers office
Seems Tesco's are out to get us! If you can't purloin a sirloin in the 70's, when bloody can you
Loved this two-parter
Thanks mate! You'll be pleased to hear there's still the final third of the parter to go
Oh cool! Without spoiling in the comments, I thought the final sentence was the end of the story haha.
That's great to hear! I was trying to make them work as individual-enough parts. It's such a nice thought knowing someone is looking forward to the next part
"Channelling the humouslessness of my situation into matching the humourlessness of his expression."
That's poetry, my child. Poetry.
haha thank you father, thank you