Parents wedding anniversary. Slept at the place of James and Hilary. Woke up with several hours to kill, so thought I would do a bit of shopping in Lancaster. Yeah, right. Wilkinson's was about the only place open. I'm after descaler, so I say to the female shop assistant, looking about 16 years old, "Do you sell kettle descaler?" blank look "Descaler? For kettles? Kettle? Descaler?" blank look "Kettle? Descaler? Hello?" and then, finally, "We sell kettles upstairs" but then her more experienced colleague jumped in, "Kettle descaler? Yeah, this way," and then the other one just kind of laughed and wandered off. Odd. So I got my descaler, then went to the Indian shop on Blades Street and got a tray of freaky Indian sweets and a can of Rubicon. The shopkeeper muttered something about, "Is good flavour, that one." I took the change and thanked the shopkeeper - "Thanks", I said.