Here is the missus trying out her state of the art contactless debit card on the card reader.
We go to Lidl. I am yet to be convinced. It always appears to be full of lower orders shuffling about in nighties, dragging around their hideous screaming earring babies, munching on Marlboro flavoured crisps, but that's probably just my ridiculous snobbish prejudices.
Anyway, we then go to a series of small corner-type shops to pick up bits and pieces and I am struck by a new universal law of cornershop shopkeepers which is you must be mumbling into a mobile phone tucked under your chin when ringing up purchases. Not only that, the person on the other end must have the patience of a shedload of saints, or possibly be comatose, as the conversation seems to last indefinitely, and is interrupted every 20-30 seconds by the annoying customers
Hold on Mr President..."That'll be £3.47 mate"
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