Ever noticed how spies have a habit of following you at the most inopportune moments.
I was on my way home, the boot loaded with the week’s groceries and in the rear-view mirror there they were.
I call them Mutt and Jeff because it’s always the same two guys.
Today I was in no way interested in them, I needed to get home, as I badly needed a toilet stop.
Every light was red, my bladder was screaming red and in front a car swerved to miss a dog, hitting me and oh dear, toilet stop not now needed.