Once again, it is time for Big Shop and I’m with the Fab Four on my own.
It’s all going relatively smoothly until, only feet away from the checkout, I get cramp in my foot. I try stretching my foot and let, in the manner of someone performing lunges, with draws a few stares and provides entertainment for whoever is watching the CCTV footage from the beer aisle. It seems to do the trick.
Unfortunately, it strikes again, just outside the store and the lunges do not work. I am hopping around in front of half of Northampton. Squiggle and Scooter are asking loudly why we aren’t moving and there’s a pensioner staring pointedly at us all.
Hub rings my mobile to see where I’ve got to
“I’ve got cramp. I can’t move and I must look like an idiot”
“No change there, then”