Pick up phone.

Brr-brr.

“Hello, do you have any bullet-proof vests?”

Blimey, says J — where are you going canvassing?

Of course the answer is, fancy-dress party at the weekend.  I’d been hoping that the foam man was at Chesterfield market today, but he wasn’t so I shall have to rely on the Victoria market at the weekend, and get a costume ready in a day.