Good news. Wood's Dry Cleaners has fixed its sign. Bad news: I didn't have time to take a photo. But for a while Wood's, a top-notch little local service, was transformed into Ood's, surely something worthy of national attention. I imagine the Doctor himself was on hand for the grand opening. I know Rose Tyler sent her apologies, being otherwise detained in a parallel universe.
Anyway, it provided me with several weeks of enjoyment. Every time I walked past I would have to decide whether the place was now a dry cleaning emporium staffed entirely by Oods:
Anyway, it provided me with several weeks of enjoyment. Every time I walked past I would have to decide whether the place was now a dry cleaning emporium staffed entirely by Oods:
"Yes, I know sir, but human stains are just terribly hard to get out. I suggest the premium service..."
Or whether it was now the place where we took our own Oods to get them dry-cleaned.
“I know, £56 a pop and all they did was spray me with Fabreze and hang me on a hook out the back.
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