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  I once, rather begrudgingly, traipsed off to the local shop for potatoes at the 'behest' of my mother. All of a mile or more;down the hill empty handed with the prospect of retuning under the weight of 2 stone of spuds.
  
  I cheered-up a little on seeing a rare sight of a Rolls Royce pull off just before I reached the shop. On entering the converted front-room that constituted the local sell-all, the lady was busy behind the counter, writing on a large piece of card...
  
  "John and Yoko shop here" the sign read.

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