Grocery shopping in the
an email from a friend says she lives next door to a fishmonger, he could make local deliveries, should she pass my details - I said YES!!
Thursday afternoon
Pete-the-Fish calls
I can deliver tomorrow what do you want?
I place an order
Saturday evening
I'm in pajamas, supper eaten, a glass or two drunk, think it might be time for bed.
Phone rings - Pete-the-Fish
I'm coming down the road with your haddock, meet me outside your house and bring a tenner
Scrambled, I can't find shoes so walk outside barefoot. A man walking towards me is holding a net in front of himself, he throws a bag on the road and tells me to drop my tenner in the net.
I do all this as though it is a completely normal sort of transaction