Watching the news can be a real chore. Same old faces, same old stories, it’s one continuous downpour of utter drivel. I sighed, but as usual couldn’t be bothered to turn off the goggle-box as I made plans for the next few days.
The new shopping centre, stupidly named New Centre, had a grand opening coming up and that meant bargains. I could save a packet so carefully noted down the layout of the place.
I don’t know what made me look up but the television showed a picture of my face.
Looks like my thieving days are over.