There is a beautiful young lad employed in my local Co-op (a fellow non-mask wearer) with whom I have lots of banter and laughs.

This morning I turned the corner into aisle two as he was stacking shelves and he flung a coconut milk carton in the air.

He looked at me. I looked at him and said...You missed me. Better luck next time.

He replied : Can I help you?

I need red kidney beans and chilli sauce.

He found them both : Wow. I’m good and I haven’t even got my glasses on.

LOL. I’ve got mine on and still didn’t see them.

If you need me at the till, sweetie, just shout.

OK, love. Or I’ll throw something at you!

He’s lovely and camp and young and we really like our banter.

The conversation got onto comedians who died on stage (?) as he did his Tommy Cooper impression for me.

Then came Leonard Rossiter, Eric Morecambe etc.

His parting comment as I was walking away was : The oldies are the best, my darling!

I might’ve lost that verbal challenge :o(