Wednesday 16th September 2026

8686/21605After a game of tennis where I suddenly seemed to be playing zinging well-placed shots like a proper grown-up, I headed to the supermarket to pick up some milk and potatoes. I fancied that this would all fit in the carrier bag I keep the tennis stuff in, but inevitably I bought a few extra bits and so needed a bag.Being a brilliant thief of the inconsequential (in spite of my many pick n mix appropriations I have never been caught), I made the decision to claim at self-service check out, that I was using my own bag. I viewed it as my own.