Let me set the scene for you. On Saturday I popped to Waitrose (ooh-err!) to pick up some basics (purple-sprouting broccoli, quinoa blah, blah and organic cornfed, halibut poisson doits, as you do).
Upon returning to my car I saw a security guard hovering nearby. Now, as a self-confessed soft-arse, my first thought was ‘what did I do wrong‘; but on this occasion I was the victim of someone else’s wrongness. It turned out a bloke had dragged his trolley down the side of my car, leaving a fabulous scratch and several supporting scuffs. Continue reading