I shuffled the long way round to Tesco's this morning. The fancy monthly market was well into its setting up period and once again I wondered, not at the goods on display, but at the time taken to set up, and later dismantle such stalls. What is the point? Hours of slog setting up, not much money taken, though enough to make them return again, and then the hard work dismantling and trundling back home.
The fish man and the locksmith do it properly, they come in a van, open the side, and await your cash, that's the way to do it I say.
On the way, I had to make a detour, passing behind the man in the Salvation Army uniform carrying a collecting can. He usually stands on the other side and was blocking my way. Thinking quickly, I evaded him by pretending to study the butchers window. Then it was totter down to Tesco, wander around collecting a few bits, pay at the cash desk where a friendly woman was operating the till, and make for home. However, I found myself once again meeting the 'Sally Anne' so there was nothing for it but to go into the butchers, obtain sausages, and make for home.
The rest of Saturday has been spent concentrating on football. This was successful, the Heart of Midlothian defeating Falkirk by 3 goals to nil, and the nearest challenger, Celtic, stumbling to a 0-0 draw with the 'wee team' Hibernian. This leaves us once again in our rightful position, top!
A good way to end a Saturday.
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