Nearly lost

I arranged to meet Veronica on the bus to Wetherby on Wharfe as it went through my village – the bus was late and she was not texting me; where was she.  The bus was late, will I see her on the bus of course I did she was wearing a large pink hat; I was tempted to sit elsewhere for a minute or two.

 We shopped for a while and then investigated a local hostelry but were slightly alarmed to be followed by two burly policemen.  We kept a low profile and ordered a bottle of approachable red wine to go with our curry. 

 Albert was pleased to see me back home and he had only re-arranged one cupboard.