When I am at the the end of a long shopping queue at my local Supermarket, with my little basket of bits and bobs, behind a a convoy of shopping trolleys loaded up the the gunwales with a month's supply (or more) of shopping....
..the young lady at the check-out, might just as well be situated on Triton, the 7th. Moon of Neptune...
...trust me...

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Paul...

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