So apparently there are no strawberries in this town. David has instructions to stop in at any and every shop which looks as if it might possibly contain strawberries and if he has no luck we'll have to re-evaluate. Because a bowl of orange marinaded strawberries is nom, a bowl of orange marinade is not.
Even Miss Clara has dressed for the season:
I volunteer a couple of hours a week at a local op-shop and I'm constantly surprised at the amount of shop-lifting that goes on. I mean, I know times are hard but our prices aren't high, and most of the sales volunteers are such softies that they give huge bargains to anyone who asks nicely. And really, stealing from an op-shop invites such bad karma, I shudder to think.
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