I then went to the supermarket, where a tiny women asked me to get cat food down off the top shelf. For those of you who know me will know that this doesn't happen very often as I am not particularly tall. We then had a moderately successful conversation about what was in each packet and how her cat prefers the meat in sauce to the fish in sauce...I offered to change the fish one and she said no, it was good for the cat to have some fish... and bless her she didn't bat an eyelid at my french... then again she might have been deaf! It's been my weak for tiny aged women asking me questions at the supermarket... the last one, who was wearing more make-up than I've ever seen on one person, seemed to think that, despite the fact I'd told her I didn't work there, I might know where to find patterned scotch tape.!!!! I didn't know you could buy such a thing let alone where to find it.
And then I painted the sitting room...
Tomorrow the VAT return... altogether less fun.
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