Tuesday, February 7, 2012
When we were in France I turned into a real scruff. Shorts, t-shirts and unshaven was the order of the day. I revelled in it.
I haven't quite figured out why but things are a little different here. Smarter is 'in'.
Anyway, we were in Booths today and I was at the butcher's counter. Jan makes a fabulous lamb soup (Scotch broth) and I asked the butcher for some cheap lamb cuts to make it. Maybe I was looking poor and dishevelled or maybe it was Jan but he, Vic, took pity on us and gave us a load of lamb. Free, gratis and for nothing.
Then, when we felt guilty and tried to buy some stuff, he went out of his way to make sure that what we bought was at a discount.
There are probably those amongst you who think it smart to dress up and look down on us poor, scruffy unfortunates but let me tell you that scruffy has its advantages. If you're feeling hungry, like lamb and are prepared to risk a touch of salmonella, go see Vic (my new best friend) in Booths Ripon. He's your main man (and my new best friend).