I'm Watching You . . .

Decided to give deserted buildings a miss (see yesterday's Blip), so Jools and I visited our favourite coffee shop/bakery, Haltom's at Erin, where I had a huge apple fritter which was so good that I bought a large bagful to eat later. Jools, on a diet, had a healthy muffin. Lucky for me, I'll be like Billy Bunter and sit in my room and scoff the lot . . .

The lady in the shop kept glancing over her shoulder while pouring our coffee; probably thought Jools was going to nick one of my fritters. She should invest in a Seebackroscope one of the most prized possessions of my short-trousered youth. Eyes in the back of your head - almost . . !