Talk about poetic justice. I stole a mask from the Tesco entrance in Launceston a couple of days ago, even though I didn't have to. We went to Truro today to meet our daughter (outdoors) for the first time in months, and I took the opportunity of nipping into Truro Tesco to get some butter. Just by the butter fridge, my Tesco mask broke. I spent the next ten minutes doing a bodge, just so that I could carry on shopping. God was laughing at me in that shop, I tell you...