Stevenlaw's Close

Lunchtime.

Not a time for lunch, but a time to forage for hard to source comestible product, buy it and deliver it.

Not 30 minutes with jacket potatoes and gloopy tuna filling or discussing in great detail the plot twists of Eastenders or the woman with the ironing board on BGT who sang her song about crumble.

But there's always time to find and shoot Cigs at lunchtime (Did that sound a bit like a lynch mob..?)

White pen on black wooden fencing. Capitals, single underline.