On Saturday, Mrs Grumpy Old Man popped into the local newsagent to pay for the delivery of the week's papers. The owner, moby stuck to ear, carried on his conversation as he marked up the book, only stopping to say 'No more paper deliveries' and then continue his conversation. Mrs Grumpy Old Man picked up her change and left the shop to the sound of the ongoing phone conversation.

 What a shocking display to a customer of over thirty years standing! Rude, thoughtless, disrespectful and hardly likely to generate custom.

And so, gentle reader, why is the Grumpy Old Man bothering you with his worries?

Well, the lack of notice in the above story means that I am temporarily starved of the fuel for this page (the newspapers) and for that, I apologise most sincerely. Please bear with me over the next short while as I engineer a solution to this unfortunate situation. I would be delighted if you continue to call into the site. I appreciate your call and it is important to me.

Yours, in anticipation of your continuing custom,

The Grumpy Old Man

That's what service is like, eh?

Now clear off!