I Only Wanted The Telegraph

It's always the same. When The Mother isn't fit enough to go to church I have to go to the village shop and buy her a Sunday Telegraph. The trouble is, it involves approaching the counter to pay for it and there, right under my nose, are the fruit pies.

I thought I'd been spared the compulsion to buy one this time, I couldn't see one but after having a proper look, there it was, only one, under the gingerbread. It seemed appropriate, in any case, to buy a nice dessert to get calories into The Mother. She did enjoy it!

After a very busy day sorting out some new cards for one of the local shops, I was ready to indulge.

Just in order to encourage The Mother, you understand.