The return of old friends

As we walked into Booths there they were. Hot cross buns.
I love hot cross buns. Hot cross buns smothered in creamy butter.
So now I'm a happy bunny, which is somewhat appropriate because hot cross buns only come out at Easter.
Bloody hell, it's still not half way through January and they're selling Easter stuff and sure enough, as we approached the sweetie aisle, they're selling chocolate eggs.
Over Christmas the sweeties had been moved somewhere else, to make room for more appropriate Christmas fayre. I love sweeties and have to have a bag in the car, so it was good to see them being put back into their rightful position. I was so pleased to see them that I thanked the ladies who were stacking the shelves.
"Thanks ladies," I said, "it's good to see them back where they belong."
They seemed genuinely pleased that their work was being recognised and giggled in appreciation.
Trying to be fair to all the shelf stackers in the vicinity I mentioned to the woman directly opposite that I was sure she was doing a good job but I just didn't feel the same way about yoghurt.
She seemed a little crestfallen but burst into a smile when Jan piped up and said, "Don't worry love I'm taking him back to the home soon."
I do love shopping.