PART ONE

With a heavy heart he loaded the shopping into the back of the car and slammed the tailgate shut.
He clambered rather awkwardly into the driving seat and just sat there staring out of the grubby windscreen.
He decided the best thing to do was to go to the nearest A&E.
If only he hadn’t wandered down aisle 17.
If only he hadn’t decided to try juggling with the packets of gingernuts.
If only he hadn’t dropped them, slipped and landed on the one packet that had settled upright on the floor.
If only he hadn’t been wearing his kilt – in the recommended way.

[Have a terrifically grand weekend – I’m starting to pack for a little trip to Surfugal]
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