Man of MYSTERY
“There was a bit of a rush at the charity shop on Monday. Customers were queuing three deep at the counter – that counts as a bit of a rush in our part of the world – and black bags were arriving, and old ladies were demanding to know whether we had something in this size but with rather more tweed.
In the middle of all this, a gentleman was hovering by the counter, looking as if he was trying not to get in
