The Fat of the Land

To day I went to Sir Morrisons (I can't believe I put in a link for Morrisons-but its just to show I can) which is unusual now that the wife does nor frequent foreign parts as much as she used to. This was to get provender and Pimms for the Old Manse's House Cooling Party, just concluded. And it was awful to see the effect of inflation on the core customer base at SM's. Everyone is even fatter than I remember from my last visit. Well not everyone but the vast (no pun intended) majority. You would have thought with the recession and belt tightening that inflation and shortage of the readies would have a deflationary affect on people's waist lines. Not a bit of it. Belt tightening there is but from the inside out; less tattoos evident as they have disappeared into folds of flesh. One enormous woman who I believe lives at 9-11 Castle Terrace staggered by, propped up by her trolley and counterbalanced by several cases of Stout (npi). 'Hi' she yelled to the person next to her (some distance away therefore)'They have let me out for the day! Great fun'

'They'?

Do Weight Watchers' lock them up normally?

(The image is of a large lady in Cracow. Slightly below average for Berwick)

Labels: Fat ladies;, Sir Morrison's

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