Mrs. Davis lived near the sea, in Yarmouth, and went the same fish shop there for twenty-five years. She always bought beautiful, fresh fish from that shop, but then she and her husband went to London and lived there. She wrote to her friends, ‘I’m not going to find nice, fresh fish in the London shops. They lie there for days and weeks.’
There was a fish shop near her house, and she went and bought her fish there for two or three weeks, but she did not like them very much. Then last Wednesday, she went into the shop and looked at all the fish there.
‘These ones aren’t fresh,’ she said to the shopkeeper.
‘Look at them!’
The shopkeeper came and looked. Then he said angrily, ‘That’s your fault, not mine. These same fish were here in this shop last Friday, but you didn’t buy them then, did you?
