I dunno. We come into town in good time so we can actually shop in a shop, only to be told that they don't stock the shoes David wants but, y'know, he can visit the website and get 'em from there if he likes.
'Supposing they don't fit?', we don't say.
Ah well.
On the upside we have a good few minutes to kill before we meet Caroline and Richard for a much anticipated Italian meal and a catch-up. Gives us a chance to watch some Moto GP 'action' on the big screen in Victoria Square. Note that David has no time for pigeon enquiring re bread or, for that matter, the 'Floozie In The Jacuzzi'.
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