But I'm struggling to find it!
Mr P decided he needed to get petrol, so offered to go shopping (again!)
I hastily made a meal plan for the next 5 days or so and based the shopping list on that.
One of the items was a very small pot of clotted cream for a particular recipe. I told him (and made a note on the list) that the village shop sold pots of exactly the right size.
Even gave him some cash, as they don't take card payments for less than £10.
He returned, and apart from a rather sad looking cauliflower which will need its black spots dealt with himself thought it was just "dirt" and would wash off all seemed to be well.
Until I got to the clotted cream. He seemed quite chuffed that he managed to get it in the supermarket, which "saved going to the village shop".
The pot was about 3 times the size I need. I pointed this out and asked what was to be done with the rest of it. He brightly suggested that I make some scones.
Apart from the fact that A) I'm the only one who would be eating them and B) I'm not well and the last thing I feel like doing is standing in the kitchen knocking up a batch of scones, this was a great idea, NOT.
I then pointed out that you also need jam for scones, and we don't have any.
He thought for a moment, and then triumphantly declared "Ah, but they sell it in the village shop!"
For some inexplicable reason, that song "There's a Hole in my Bucket" sprang to mind.
Good Morning Friday 25th April 2024
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