Went to the big orange shed this afternoon for some PVCU corrugated sheets and some lengths of wood. Got to the checkout and was asked for my post code. Told her I didn’t know it. She then asked me for the address. Told her I didn’t have one as I lived in the woods. That’s why I needed the corrugated sheets and the wood. To try and make the place watertight for the winter. She then said she couldn’t complete the transaction without it. To this I replied; ”Oh, I will just have to leave it then. Do you think Wickes will accept my money?” And with that the manageress, which was loitering around the self service checkouts trying to entice costumers to use them, shot across to the till and made the problem go away. You got to love them even when they overtrain the staff!