I’m at that age when it’s OK to do some discreet shoplifting: a fifth of Jack Daniels in an inside pocket, or a side of smoked salmon slipped down a trouser leg. If I’m apprehended by a store detective, I’m ready with my response: “I’m a pensioner. I’m on new medication. I don’t know what I’m doing”.
Licenced today: Sibsey Trader Mill in Lincolnshire…
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