He who hesitates is lost

11.07 – ring ring, ring ring, ring ring…
Me “Hello?”
Mark “I’m back in the Oxfam shop, they’ve got some more Hinton Hunt in including some Colonial stuff, 24 painted figures for twelve quid are you interested?”
Me (thinks) “hmm, Hinton Hunt, my precious, hmm… No! No! stop that, you don’t need any more Hinton Hunt be strong!”
Me “Mark that’s really good of you to call me but I think I’ll pass.”
Mark “No problem I’m just buying some Napoleonics.”
Me (gritted teeth) “ Cheers Mark, thanks for thinking of me” (hangs up)
11.10 - Mrs S “Who was that?”
Me “That was Mark back in the Oxfam shop, they have some more Hinton Hunt.”
Mrs S “Are you going to get them?”
Me (mumbling) “No, I don’t need any more Hinton Hunt.”
Mrs S “Are you sure?”
Me (weakly) “Yes, I’m sure…”
11.20 - Me (thinks) “ those Colonials would be useful for my Boer War project, clearly I do need them!”
Ring ring, ring ring, ring ring…
Me “Hello Mark, I think I do want them can you go back to the shop and buy them for me?”
Mark “No worries, I’ll send you a photo.”
Me (feeling warm inside)“Fantastic!” (hangs up)
11.30 – ring ring, ring ring, ring ring…
Me “Hi Mark.”
Mark “ Hi Ian, I just got back in the shop and the bloke in front of me had just bought all those Colonial figures, sorry.”
Me (thinks) “What a swine, Mark should have punched him, hmm Hinton Hunt, my precious…”
Me (feebly) “Thanks anyway Mark…” (low sobs)