Double Chicken-demnity

N.W. Confidential

Another Tuesday, and another trip up to Hampstead, this time to collect some shopping for Mrs. C. It was a lovely bright morning of long dark shadows like a noir film. I collected the shopping bag and some cash from Mrs. C and we ran through the list, got some details and added a few extra things. I was chuffed to see no queue at the supermarket, and that they were well stocked with all the random bits she needed.

The Night of the (bargain) Hunter

With some money left to spend and since it was on offer, I chose to pick-up two packs of chicken. I hope her appetite for chicken rivals mine for bargains. When I got back she was ready outside the flat with disinfectant and a seat to sit and clean the stuff (and her change) thoroughly.