Welcome to my perfumed garden

Picking up some stuff for m'sister and The Man With the Fabulous Dogs (a tan terrier with a deeply suspicious expression and an enormous, beefy, thoroughly gorgeous white boxer. If their faces were having a conversation it would go something like: Terrier: 'What's your bloody game then?' Boxer: (laughing stupidly) 'Eeeeh! By eck, in't it grand?!') is in there.

TMWTFD is not an old man, but he shouts loudly and has an elderly turn of phrase. After Hayden (the butcher) had given the queue (there's always a queue) chapter and verse on why there were no pies out ( T' sister went out at 5 last night, 'don't know when she got in but she's (sudden loud voice) not got up yet) The Man With the Fabulous Dogs announced, in an Eric Olthwaite sort of a way:

'By eck Hayden, I'll tell thee sommat, I've bin in't newsagent and you'll niver guess what ee's got in a day early? Practical Caravan! That's my afternoon. I'm goin' home, goin t' sit out in t'gardin in me deck chair wi' a pint of coffee and read me magazine. That'll do me fer t' next three hour.'

There was then some discusson over the relative merits of white and red cheese (ey, it's only a bit o colour int' it?) then TMWTFD (jokingly) asked for 250g of t'red cheshire. Hayden asked him to repeat that order in English (I concur with that majority,  I have a special kind of loathing for the metric system, it has no soul, no personality). Much laughter ensued. We mek us own entertainment up here tha knoes.

Amongst my many purchases, I've come back with an astonishingly lovely lettuce, a salanova; looks something like an artichoke crossed with a garden aloe. Almost too pretty to eat, but pretty tasty in a quorn sandwich, I must say.

Anyway, that's my daily excitements over, I must now go back to work in an orderly fashion. I hope everyone's having a lovely Wednesday - halfway through the week people! And the Penistone Show at the weekend. T'sister's entered 10 wines and some pickles, the excitement is so great, it burns!