Ro wonders, a bit grumpily, just why bloaters need all those bones. After all, they taste so good – why does a herring seem to have so many more bones than most other fish do? I have no answer for him. I don’t mind bones. The smaller ones, I simply eat. I am more than half dog, after all and have a robust digestion and no qualms about overburdening it.
I finally ventured into Boots in the town today, for the second time. The first occasion, the week it was opened, I was deeply unimpressed, but it wasn’t fully stocked then. I wasn’t much more pleased this time. The thing I wanted wasn’t there and I had to get a lesser substitute and I didn’t care for any of the toothbrushes. All I want is a toothbrush with a medium or small head and without irregular bristles, and they didn’t have one. Not even the ones costing a ludicrous amount of money were acceptable. I went to the Gay Shopper next door and bought one cheaper than any of them that is fine.
Ooh, apparently Bob in the sweetshop/stationers has found a buyer who has taken it over, stock and all, and the changeover has already happened and I missed it. Bob lives in the same village I do so no doubt I will see him around. I’m glad that the shop will continue at any rate.
Zerlina enjoyed her shopping trip to Norwich and very much appreciates her presents. She was a good girl and cleverly needed changing or feeding when there was a suitable place to do it, so the occasion was not stressful at all. Weeza found a very good little deli for lunch, where she had a smoked duck sandwiich and I had spiced lentil soup and both were delicious and the proprietor was charming. Judging by the name and the fact that they are doing the food for the local launching of a new book next week, we think that she or her partner must be an offspring of the late lamented John Peel.