Indecision

Yesterday I had the ill fortune to have to travel over to Leyton in search of diesel injector leak-off pipe (only to discover that the branch of Clarkin's that opens on a Sunday is in Walthamstow), anyway I'm already getting distracted here. Whilst travelling down the High Road (and also discovering to my eternal delight that someone has smashed the windows where I used to work) I espied a tattoo and piercing emporium that was a recent arrival - I've put two and two together and have a very strong suspicion that it's something to do with Little Hippie ex-Mate (who hasn't bothered to get in touch since some time in May)
The trouble is that I now have a terrible desire to go and find out if my suspicions are accurate but at the same time I really don't want to tear open some recently healed wounds which I know will happen if I happen to see the bloody woman and I can think of no occurrence which would cause me to be in that area during the shops opening times so that I can run nonchalantly past the door, nor do I intend to take up Mister Squeaky's offer of the loan of his "Master of Disguise"(TM) false nose in order to render myself inconspicuous.