Before I show you the result of this little 'event' today, I would like to tell you the story of how it happened.Right, I am driving down a busy town high street with my driving instructor on a lesson, slowly going in second gear stuck behind some youth in the middle of the road on a bicycle.
Something catches the corner of my eye in one of the shop windows; the charity shop to be precise.
Imagine like in a film, slowly driving past, mouth agape, whilst scaring my instructor sensless from my exclamation.
I kindly request that we pull over so that I can go on a 'mission'

So, we pull over in a bus stop a little down the high street, and I make a break for the shop, which being 5:30, was closed by now.
I can see lights still on, and some old women over by the till. I banged on the door until a startled old lady came to unlock it and give me the lecture of 'I'm sorry but we are closed!'
I proceed in explaining that I must by this in the window, and I'll pay you whatever, but I must have it!
Anyway, the box was taken to the till, and the ticket price of £20 was handed over.
I left feeling rather happy
