I had no idea until the weekend that the Palace Theatre bike shop is not managed by one cat, but rather by two, who employ an older lady to do the trickier things where only fingers, rather than paws, will do.
Frankly, they don't seem to do any work at all, and frankly I don't blame them. I'd rather sit in the window and sleep, while getting the adoring attention of passing bloggers, than do any messy, oily, finger trappy work.
Having said that, their employee was sat on the doorstep reading a paper, so I doubt it was all that busy in there.
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