What we don't see - or why your antique shop is someone else's pub

So James and I were in the car and he said, ‘Could we pop into that bike shop in Tiverton?’ and I said, ‘Which one?  The one down…?’ and then we got into a long and exceedingly boring exchange in which we tried to pin down the location of said bike shop, along the lines of:  ‘So if you’re standing outside Smith's and turn left then…’ ‘Where’s Smith's?’  ‘Okay, so if you’re coming up the other way from Tesco…’  And so on and so forth.  Anyhow… after we had eventua...