Sneaky Act

I made a brief sortie into Belfast this morning in order to see if Ross's first-floor sale-room was open. It's never open these days, for general sales.

I wished to refer to some directories at the Linenhall Library in Donegall Square North and, striding purposefully up the stairs to the second floor, I spotted an old fellow-swimmer, Robert. He was perusing the newspapers, so I thought I'd sneak up on him from behind and feign to read the papers unannounced.

From behind his shoulder I proceeded to read the paper and muttered about how interesting it all was. Robert looked round and I laughed heartily!

I was home within the hour.