I think I was mistaken for a drug addict today.
I was in " Poundland" looking for cheap carpet cleaner ( please dont tell the Prof) when I caught one of the store staff giving me a dirty look.
Admittedly I wasn't looking at my best , but You don't dress up for poundland do you?
I picked my carpet cleaner, added a tin of fabreeze in a fit of extravagance and was at the till when the store woman gave me another funny look.
I saw her glance at my shirt pocket, and then I knew why she looked like a bulldog chewing a toffee
I was in " Poundland" looking for cheap carpet cleaner ( please dont tell the Prof) when I caught one of the store staff giving me a dirty look.
Admittedly I wasn't looking at my best , but You don't dress up for poundland do you?
I picked my carpet cleaner, added a tin of fabreeze in a fit of extravagance and was at the till when the store woman gave me another funny look.
I saw her glance at my shirt pocket, and then I knew why she looked like a bulldog chewing a toffee
For in my pocket were three syringes full of anti emetic medication I had collected from the vets this morning in readiness for me to inject Meg with over the next day or so.









