Whilst there I overhead an elderly couple bemoaning the fact that The Seasonal Shop had closed ("such a shame"..."obviously wasn't making money"...). I was going to explain how the concept of a seasonal shop works, but didn't - just imagine the joy on their faces when it bursts back into life for summer.
Meanwhile, ever since I mentioned the Leo Sayer-alike, he is now there virtually every time I'm in Waitrose. I am convinced that he is stalking me (and the rest of the supermarket). Still, at least he hasn't started singing. Yet.