In between collecting Mister Squeaky from the Police Station (Causing a nuisance in a frozen food shop "No wonder mums run screaming from Iceland" as the Desk Sergeant put it) and having an extended argument with a certain insurance company with connections to Harold Godwinson about their inability to send a cover note in the post correctly I went to get my eyes tested today and what a revelation that was...
There I am minding my own business sitting and waiting to see the optician when a man strolls into the shop and immediately gets the attention of the staff by loudly announcing "I wonder if you can help me although I rather doubt it" and then goes into a long rant about how he's bought three pairs of glasses in Romford and wants some information about his prescription (note that the shop he is currently raving in is in Barkingside) because he wants to get a monocle. I can only assume that this was in order to make himself look like an even bigger prat. Nowt so strange as folk.
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