The madness continues.

Maybe I have died and ended up in an alternative universe where everything I once knew to be true is reversed.

Tesco, are, as the youth of today would put it, doing my eddin.

Two visits, on first visit I had apparently picked a bag of not quite the ticket potatoes, whereupon the bag lady insisted she get one of the helpers to get me some better ones, with a smile (BA note, smiling with eyes and not fangs).

Second visit. Multiple bags offered with no hint of hatred or venom, slightly miserable bag lady, big thank you at end of shop.

So, has Basil Fawlty finally been sacked as the manager of Larkfield Tesco? I am not certain but the signs are good.

I shall keep you posted.