Mr Dear needed clarification. ‘Tell me again – what does he look like?’
I was telling him about David, the new volunteer at our charity shop, immediately nicknamed Captain Birdseye by his new colleagues. We’re kind like that. If he stopped shaving for a couple of days, he could pass as Uncle Albert from Only Fools And Horses.
‘Neat white hair,’ I said. ‘White beard, tall. Slight Scottish accent. And quite striking blue eyes.’
Mr D drew himself up to his full height,
