I used roses. The wellies were turquoise and a size 4 They obviously belonged to someone called Tom. Let's hope he didn't need them last night. The shop has lampshades a plenty, clothes hanging of taps, and nice tweed waistcoats, which I was very tempted by.
And finally I have a crush on the Lurpak man, there's something about a man making pie... The Hound is fully immersed in the Iraq Inquiry, but is questioning whether any good will come of it? He suspects it's like wheat free crackers. I have a longing to be in the concrete jungle where dreams are made of (part II)