Ok, is it just me, or do you find in-store intercoms one of the most frightening things in existence?
You can keep your bombs, you can keep your knives, guns, nun-chucks; nothing is more frightening than an inexperienced customer service rep in front of a supermarket intercom microphone. I promise you.
All it was was an innocent stroll round the ‘big Tesco’ earlier on, minding our own business looking at baby clothes for my honorary nephew’s birthday. (He’s 3, you know.)
/ahem.
So yes, mission had been accomplished, child catered for, clothing, toys, the usual gubbins …