Saturday, 27 October 2007

Jackie and I went shopping. We hate shopping. On the way back, we stopped off at Lessiter’s chocolate shop at Woolmer Green. A very prim elderly lady told me, “You know, they made all the Queen Mother’s chocolates and you can never buy them in the shops, except maybe a stray bar in Waitrose.” I had a wonderful image of immaculately prepared chocolate bars being delivered straight to the country estates of the aristocracy; should a bar be lost or abandoned for any reason, it has been trained to avoid common shops and to head straight for the nearest branch of Waitrose.