Walking down to collect Mini D from school, and about halfway there Bruce decides the middle of the path would be a good place for a Forest Gump.
Bruce is trembling away and squeezing out a huge pile of fudge while I'm rummaging in my pocket for a poo bag when one of those shopping robots comes trundling round the corner.
I'm waving my hands and telling it to stop, bit the robot merrily rolled through the dirty bomb before eventually coming to a halt 6 inches from my feet, sheet all over it's wheels.
There wasn't a lot I could do so I stepped aside and let it onnits way. If your fish fingers and four pack or Red Stripe arrive covered in dog sheet then I can only apologise.