Looking for MR PERFECT
“ And then,’ I said, wiping tears of mirth from my eyes, ‘he knocked over the coat stand.’
You join me in the charity shop. It’s been a busy morning, but my colleague, Wendy, and I have now been deserted by the shopping masses. We are behind the counter, on full alert as always but working our way through mugs of tea. We would have comfort biscuits – it’s been that sort of
