What a personal disaster. My shopping trolley that I use at (almost) voluntary work fell apart today. I’m bereft. Little Andrew just laughed at me, but maybe that was because she caught me changing my trousers and shirt. On the top tier of the multi storey car park.
“Not many cctv cameras, here, then,” she commented, as the wind whistled through my under trunks. Unhelpful. Trolley shopping tomorrow.