Call me old fashioned, but I love going shopping when FP & ST are buying stuff for me. All the shops that sell stuff for them are boring and tend to want me to wait outside, which means my valuable input as to what should be bought is wasted. Sometimes entire BAGS full of stuff are carried into my house containing not so much as a dry biscuit.
Anyway, there's this one shop where I am allowed in because I think it is stocked almost to the rafters of things I love! It's just down the road and when I was there on Saturday last, I managed to get a bone into my mouth that wasn't really going to be included in the purchase! I'm so crafty at times I think I could be a fox. But I'm not (a fox) because I have never stood in someone's garden across the street and made a load of noise at 04.30 - 04.47, most mornings these last few weeks.
