One new rural deprivation: no more newspaper at your door delivery. Dave the Paper having given up his round has not found a volunteer to take his place. Its an unenviable chore. Up long before the Lark and then several hours of driving through country lanes to isolated dwellings; braving all the while stupid cock pheasants bent on suicide, wandering Bambis and the elusive Hutton Panther. Bambis wrote off Dave's vehicle on one occasion and the perils of rural Berwickshire are so palpable that no one can be found to do what is primarily a community duty. Not much profit in it. So if any bloggee knows a willing victim let him or her come forward and we shall all be most grateful.
Its TWRD (THE WIFE'S RETURN DAY)minus 5. So its a mid week Safeway to negotiate. Stocks are such that the 9 item check out is applicable. I might indeed be pushed to justify the 9 but will dso my best.
PS Mr Gate's Spell Check suggests 'Brisker' for 'Berwickshire' . Not apt.
