He lived in South Wales, and for the last three weeks so was I. Abergavenny is a beautiful place and I'm really missing it since being back.
Anyway, one day last week I had to go from Wales up to Leicester for a meeting, and changed at Birmingham New Street. It was the day after the funeral and I was hungover, and went into Smith's to buy a bottle of water. As I walked up to the counter, before I got there, the assistant scanned a copy of the Daily Telegraph, ringing it up on the till, and held it out to me.
Me: I don't want a Daily Telegraph.
Her: You get the water free with the paper.
Me: But I don't want the paper. I just want the water.
Her: But you'll save 60p!
Me: No, the paper's 90p, so it would cost me 30p more.
Her: But you get the water for free!
Me: I don't want a copy of the Daily Telegraph. I just want to buy a bottle of water.
Her: But I've already rung it through the till now.
Me: Well, I didn't ask you to.
There was a queue by this time. Clearly thinking I was insane, she cancelled the Daily Telegraph and rang up the water. Then:
Her: Big bar of Aero for just a pound with any purchase?
And off we went again...