He is magnetically drawn to seductive places such as this, imagining he will find a lost Picasso sketch or misidentified Ming Dynasty ashtray, or even just a complete Clarice Cliff tea service, then get rich and famous on Flog It or Dickinson's Real Deal by selling it for £1M, and so keeping the promise he once rashly made to his Mum, Mrs Vermilingua.
Daytime TV has much to answer for.
Anyway, he ducked inside to have a good look round, leaving me outside holding Antony and TT, and guarding his surf board.
As he left he admonished me, 'Don't let anyone buy my "stick" New Dad — not unless you can snag a REALLY good price!'
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