With three bags of shopping I returned to the car to open the boot. No keys. Aargh! I panicked and pushed my laden trolley to customers services. A woman ahead of me in the queue asked, “Lost your keys?” How did she know. She pointed at them stuck in the grill of the trolley. “I saw the look of panic on your face.” I gave her a kiss and told her she was my angel. One more mishap to go ( the tyre pressure light came on half way down the A1). Pray for me that the third misadventure is not too serious.

Below, my Tesco Angel