We’d just concluded a safe return-and-refund deal on an unsuitable bit of network routing gear at Maplins in Llansamlett and Graham took mercy on me as I looked all confused at a wall display full of telephone sockets and interconnectors.
“Why don’t you go and wait in the car?” he said. “I can handle this, no problem.”
“You do realise that I shall be walking past the burger van, all on my own?”
“Oh. I’m sure you can handle that.”
I was certain I could detect a slight smirk on him. And I was right. When I got to the corner of the car park that’s normally all redolent and rich with the smell of cooked onions and singed burger meat it was silent and odorless. And closed.
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Burger bar in Maplin's car park. Closed.
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Oh well. Into every life…
