Yesterday went to Broadway Market to buy fish for today's lunch with the almost-in-laws - it was caught on Friday by the incredibly helpful fishmonger's brother. Then I bought cheese which had matured in the helpful cheesemonger's farmhouse cellar in Cheshire for two years. Then I bought a croissant. Which hovered in my hand for two seconds before being inhaled.
That's the best kind of Christmas shopping.
I like my little corner of London village.
Happy thoughts and *speak* after the holidays