It hits you like a rogue shopping trolley to the shin. You need a new light switch. Or a bag of gravel. Or just a single screw that you swore you had in a jar somewhere.
You find yourself staring at a half-finished job. Your partner gives you that look. The one that says, “I guess we’re not having people over.”
That’s when the question tickles your brain. The same question that has haunted DIY enthusiasts since the dawn of the bank holiday: Is Wickes open on Bank Holiday Monday?
The Google Dance
You grab your phone. Your thumb hovers over the search bar. You already know the result might ruin your entire morning’s momentum.
It’s a gamble, really. Like checking the fridge for leftover pizza after a long night out. You hope it’s there, but you’re bracing for the cold void of disappointment.
You type it in. Your heart does a little skip. Is the orange-and-white beacon of hope actually going to be open today?
