Things are closing in on Grit again. This means there must be something which happens during the day to keep me alive enough to want to feel the wind blowing on my face.
So this, provided by Shark, leaning against the shopping trolley and grumbling after being told by mummy Grit to stop complaining and keep a sharp look out, while mummy Grit hides round the back of the bananas like a leopard about to pounce.
And Shark drones in a loud voice: 'What's so good about Tesco anyway? Apart from the man with the reduced stickers.'
Exactly, Shark. Ten packets of nectarines at 10p a pack coming your way.
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