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[ramtops]

is there something going on that I don't know about? Trundled off to Sainsburys yesterday at about 3 p.m., and it looked as though the Christmas Eve hordes had been in. No cream, no mushrooms, no fresh herbs of any kind, and perlmonger mnanaged to grab the last bag of organic spuds. The shelves were barren; I can only surmise that there was an unseasonal plague of locusts in Ashton Gate, Bristol.

so, having breakfasted magnificently on toast with Very Expensive Morello Cherry Preserve, I must away to a different supermarket, hopefully one with some bloody stock. Decisions, decisions - Tesco at Nailsea (small and not very good), Waitrose at Portishead (nice, but subject to erratic stock levels on Sundays), or Asda at Bedminster [shudder].

but I must go - we are almost out of white wine, and my veggie daughter is coming to stay, so the normal pots full of precooked stuff in the freezer will not do.

I must procrastinate no longer - farewell!

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[spride.livejournal.com]

It's what the illiterate call "Valentines". It's now celebrated as another holiday, complete with rampant consumption of food and alcohol, indiscriminate present-infliction and - round here anyway - fireworks.

[ramtops.livejournal.com]

fireworks? Good grief ...

Valentines has become another of those ghastly commercial things that perlmonger and I leave well alone.