Service with a smile

Yesterday there was a Farmers' Market where Dad lives and I bought some apples and goat's cheese from one of the stalls. The man serving me urged me to come back soon and began to tell me where his farm and farm shop are.
"It might be a bit difficult," I said. "I live in North Wales, so it's a bit far to come."
"We deliver!" he said, without batting an eyelid.


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