There was a crash as two supermarket trolleys collided head on in the bakery aisle at Tesco Superstore (Newton Abbot branch) recently; the two middle-aged male drivers of the trolleys felt embarrassed at their temporary lapse of concentration as each normally prided himself on his ability to manoeuvre anything on four wheels.

“I’m terribly sorry,” said the slightly older of the two, “but I was looking for my wife.”

“That’s a coincidence,” replied the other, “I was looking for my wife too. So sorry I bumped into you like that…”

“How funny! Perhaps we can help each other. What does your wife look like?”

“Oh thanks. Well, my wife is thirty, five feet six tall, blonde and blue-eyed, slim but curvy, and she is wearing a tight low-cut pink top and very skimpy denim shorts. And she has great legs – you couldn’t miss her if you saw her. What does your wife look like?”

“Oh, no need to bother about my wife, let’s just look for your’s!”