That moment of terror...
that squeezes your heart before hitting your gut like red hot lead (or a stupidly quaffed pint of guiness).
You've just let your 505 in a basket in Tesco.
*cue a loudly shouted curseword and running the wrong way up an escalator* (okay turning round and jumping back off the escalator)
Guess how I started this morning...
Thankfully it was still there.
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