So there is always something you leave in a hotel room isn"t there?
I am no different, and in a rush this morning to head back from updating Nottingahm to home I realised, on the road to the Motorway that my Blackberry charger was in the socket in the room at the farmhouse (No need for an alarm clock if we remember correctly)
I considered turning round, but the traffic into the City at rush hour precluded that
So, emergency purchase of charger required
From memory, the Motorway service areas have little booths where they sell all things Mobile phone, but to stop there would have risked OCD hell
Why? Well i can"t go into MSAs as the sheer disorder of the things make me go haywire
Anyway, I decided I would detour off the motorway a junction early and head into the town centre to the Vodafone shop
This I did
£18 later I was the proud owner of
and furthermore I had resisted blandishments to upgrade, sidegrade,downgrade and the rest of it
Now the mobile phone shop is in a shopping centre. Modern, clean and pleasant. Opposite the phone shop is one of these...
Of course I usually have a furtive glance as I rush past, head bowed
Today I intended it to be no different
but as I exited the Vodafone shop there, emerging out of the Ann Summers shop, was my ex wife.
I had a double take. She had a double take
We exchanged a few tongue tied pleasantries, which concluded with her reminding me that my daughter was cooking me tea at her house at 6pm and please don"t be late and please look excited when she gives you her present and please don"t talk about poker etiquette, again, as it was boring last time. Especially for a 12 year old
I thanked her, and tried very hard not to look at the contents of TWO carrier bags, one on each arm
Disaster then struck, I opened the door out onto the street for her, but she stumbled (presumably over one of her six inch heels) into me and dropped her bags
There, peeping out of the bag was
not one
but
The items were hurriedly placed into the bag. She looked at me, I looked at her
Suddenly, poker etiquette seemed a very safe subject indeed....
