Had a rather swelegant weekend. The Ladyfriend and I went to Berkhamstead on Friday, actually got a bit pissed off in the Oxfam there. I was trying to buy a Swallows and Amazons book and the two daft well meaning Guardian readers (I could just tell) shop assistants were the pits. They served two other people before me and I spiralled into an irate frenzy. There was nowhere I could go as a consumer as they were voluntary. Is there an official body for complaints for these people? I don't think so.
Saturday we went on a nine mile walk, it was brilliant but we got lost again. Yesterday I bought a compass.
Yesterday I also bought a bargain tomato box for two quid off a market stall. I reckon there were about a hundred tomatoes. I have already made a vat of pasta sauce, oven roasted twenty in garlic and given half away to my mother and I've still got a huge bowl full in the cupboard. I shall be sick of the apples of love by the end of the week.
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