Sausage Puns Are Just the Wurst

After a quick chat on the phone I was off to see Mr C who had very helpfully printed out a priced up list for a local supermarket, so I knew exactly what items to get.

This wasn't exactly a supermarket sweep dash. The strictly controlled one way system took a little time and I did get some odd looks when I was on my third circle around, but it was good to tick off each item!

I found almost all the items but I did have a bit of a sausage dilemma! They didn't have the exact item and not being a connoisseur of the sausage I don't know my Cumberland from my Lincolnshire or Wurst, so I substituted the item with a plan to offer Mr C a refund if needed and use them myself for a fry up in the morning.

Two heavy bags of shopping purchased - thank goodness I'd decided to ditch the run and the cycle - and it was back to Mr C's with the shopping and a tiny bit of change. Mission accomplished! The sausage substitute was all good so I guess I'll be having Weetabix for breakfast tomorrow.