Chapter 11Being a proficient cook and liking home-produced meals, Alex couldn't remember the last time he'd bought a fish supper, carry out. He was aware his previously favoured chip shop had changed ownership so knew he'd need to try somewhere untested.
On his way home, Alex pulled his car to a halt outside a shop near to Eglington Toll. He entered and paid for a can of Irn Bru and a standard fish supper, with the usual lashings of salt and vinegar. Marked by a frown, he noted the steep escalation in price since he'd last bought one. Armed with his meal, supplied in a polystyrene container and wrapped in brown paper, he left the shop. Realising he didn't want his car contaminated by the smell of his meal, he chose instead to sit at a bus shelter and unwrapped the package.
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