At the risk of being removed from PhilPub's Christmas card list, the start of Suppers Ready is a bit, erm, mundane.
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off. Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes. As the sound of motor cars fades in the night time, I swear I saw your face change, it didn't seem quite right.
A friend of mine was followed for the best part of a day when walking along the great wall of China by an itinerant guide book seller (this was a few years back). Guide book seller stopped his following after my friend had bought said guide book.