Shopping this morning...it took me so long to go round that Himself came in to see what I was doing...didn't offer to help though. Don't know why it took longer than usual...wasn't crowded...perhaps I was dithering.
Then the heavens opened and there was a serious cloudburst and so I had to dither again in the lobby of the shop waiting for it to ease off a bit before making a dash for the car with all my bags teetering about in a heap in the trolley.
I went into the furniture shop in town...the one with bullet holes in the stained glass at the top of the building dating back to the 1920's...they had a settee in there, a very ordinary one, though it was cheap. But when Michael was showing me how you can take the covers off the cushions for washing, we found that the actual cushion was just mangled up strips of fabric...wasn't even in a bag or anything...just loose. His jaw dropped and so did mine and I said I'd leave it if he didn't mind and he said you'd not be wanting that piece of !@~!!...and I said I wouldn't actually. But I did buy some nice photograph frames for some more old family photos.
It's the sort of shop where you have to walk about with your arms straight down by your sides and not let your shoulder bag swing about...he has some really pretty china and glass and gorgeous table lamps and such like...but it's displayed in such a way that the whole lot would go over if you happened to nudge it...
The supermarket has begun selling Indian and Pakistani food...I bought a huge bag of basmati rice today which worked out at half the price of getting smaller bags...and a tin of olive oil which was also much less expensive than the smaller bottles. But I learned a hard lesson last week when I found some frozen samosas in the freezer cabinet...I love samosas and hadn't eaten any for years...but on the bag it said Lightly Spiced...lightly spiced my back foot...one bite into the first one nearly took the top of my head off. So I was hopping about with my tongue hanging out cursing the Indian version of lightly and vaguely wondering whatever must the strongly spiced be like...

Anything would be better than the poor woman in the book I'm reading at the moment...she and her husband were kidnapped by a serial killer...he's done away with the husband and is feeding the wife with tasty morsels of roasted pork...complete with potatoes and veggies and a nice thick gravy...she doesn't know that whats she eating is not pork though...hope shes rescued before she finds out.