Road To Nowhere

This morning I pottered into sainsbury's to buy Christmas cards, fruit and the secret of eternal youth (strangely, they didn't have the last item).

At the till I paid for said items - minus the secret of eternal youth - and glanced at my receipt.

Sainsbury's is counting the VAT reduction in with your money off in three for twos and stuff. So it looks like they're giving you an even bigger bargain.

Cheeky monkeys.

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I found it in the cup cupboard at 11am.

Not washed up very well either.

Woe betide Goldilocks when i catch up with her!!

If you live in Manchester you could help someone else at Christmas this year with...

Nexus café on Dale Street, Manchester, M1 1JW

they are asking people to fill a shoe box for the poor.

This Christmas the Boaz Trust will be distributing gift-filled shoeboxes to destitute asylum seekers around Greater Manchester... The café are collecting shoe boxes, but also individual items to be put in a box. Suggested contents: hats, scarves and gloves, socks, dried fruit and nuts including dates and figs, toiletries, pens and stationery, small gifts and Christmas cards. Please gift wrap the items in the box (do not seal the box) and label it 'male' or 'female'. The boxes can be placed under the Christmas tree at Nexus.

Thank you for your support.

Whether you're pro-congestion charging or not, you can't deny this is a savvy bit of marketing from the VOTE YES brigade.

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...And when Deana-bear went to make her porrige that morning her bowl was nowhere to be seen.

'Who's been eating out of my bowl?' said Deana-bear, opening all the cupboards in the office kitchen to see if someone might have (because there must be a 'q' in the month, or something) tidied up.

'It was on the draining board this morning,' said Mark-bear, eating his 52nd digestive biscuit and yet managing to retain the physique of a skelf.

'Well, it's not there now!' thundered Deana-bear, making her porrige in a lack-lustre communal bowl, which wasn't at all like her nice, white, steep-sided bowl that was her's because she chose it and bought it and did not like sharing it. At all.

At dinner time her bowl wasn't back.

And the next day it was still missing.

Deana-bear made her porrige in a not-very-nice bowl again. It just wasn't the same.

'Bowl? Bowl? I'm going to have Goldilock's head on a plate!' muttered Deana-bear.

'Grrrrr!'

The End