Quick and easy dash around the usual three bases for Mr T this afternoon, although Lidl was unexpectedly busy for an early Friday afternoon. This meant more time for chat, and somehow after we'd navigated past causes of shoulder pain, Glasgow Rangers recruitment policy, a man from Fife that Mr T knew from times past , and the intricacies of Welsh rarebit ("Cheese on toast by a fancy name..."), we got onto black and white pudding, both of which the both of us enjoy consuming occasionally. What was worrying was that neither of us knew exactly what was in white pudding...one of those moment where perhaps ignorance is bliss...(turns out it's just black pudding minus the blood).