Great Caesar

Felt pretty weary this morning. During the latter part of yesterday we had an epic game of Monopoly while watching War Horse, with the consequence that we kept forgetting to charge rent and things got pretty hilarious!

However, you have to start the day somehow, so I went to Alresford (small market town 10 mins from home) this morning for a blip and a little light shopping. Not good at the real sales, everyone piling in with their elbows sharpened, but Alresford doesn't do chain stores and its independent shops were mostly empty of shoppers (and goods), with everyone including the staff wandering around looking vaguely stunned. Perfect!

At a lovely place called 42 West Street I found some of my favourite soap and Caesar, who I'm told always sleeps in this particular spot by the till. It's under a very strong light - the warmest place in the shop?