I smell of dust, old books and bluebells. That there white stuff (Reply).
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By 'eck luv - you gotta be tough to live oop north. Us feeble southerners haven't had more than the occasional light dandruff attack for a week or more now... though Bad Things are forecast for Devon tomorrow. Bloody winter needs to go away now. ::sends you warm melty vibes and hot toddies::
Tesco? In the middle of Penistone (and oh god, that name makes me giggle every time, sorry)? Sacrilege, that's what that is. I like my Tescos to be at least a nice civilized 15 miles away.
In semi-related rant, the council and police are trying to shut down our local coffee/wine bar because they won't conform to fire regs. Bastards! We like our teeny overcrowded wine bar - I shall be manning the barricades!