One does wonder sometimes why some things happen.... This evening was no exception. Popping into M&S down the high street for some fuel pre-grouprun, my Goodgym t-shirt caught the attention of an elderly lady, who enquired what it meant.

Having explained the basics, it sounded like she might be (getting her more Internet eavy sister to) get in touch for a helping hand here and there, lightbulbs and dog poo bags in the bushes seem the main annoyance.

She catch on to my accent and to my surprise accurately placed it! Turns out she has family not that far away from where is grew up, hence. From there she was chatting all sorts, van Gogh seemed to be a favourite, time flew by and before we knew it half an hour had gone qnd I had to round it off to dash back to base to open up, leaving Ms S smiling rather than the serious look she had coming into the shop.

Perhaps a taster of a coach run in the future...?