I shall be on the till at the Oxfam shop smiling at loonies.
When I can be arsed I shall start a thread about the socio-polotics of your local charity shop. All life is there. Weird, odd, kind, strange, mad, normal and thats just behind the counter.
In front of the counter there are the shoplifters, more mad, the misfits and people who are so old they appear to be held together with string.
But thankfully, all leavened by normal, decent people like us.
Nighty nighty, pyjama pyjama.