THE ROBBING BUTCHER LOOKS AT ME ASKANCE
This morning I fought through the blizzards to get to the village and buy utterly essential foodstuffs for Mr. Mhor and myself.
Mr. Mhor was waiting at home for the Stornoway black pudding.
(Again. Regular readers of these threads may wonder, with some justification, if the Mhors live almost exclusively on Stornoway black pudding.)
Anyway.
The RB was, for once, open, although I had, as usual, thought that he would be shut.
Make of that what you will.
I purchased the black pudding, fruit pudding, haggis, bacon and ruinously expensive eggs.
I was just about to pay when I remembered that we needed square sausage - and not SSSS, either (*Sub-Standard Square Sausage).
So - I asked the RB for some "Round Square Sausage."
You would think I had requested something he doesn't actually sell (like sockeye salmon, for example, or Jerusalem artichokes.)
I must ask him what he calls his round square sausage some time. He has it cunningly displayed next the square square sausage.
Anyway, he gave me an impertinent glare, as ever, and charged me a small fortune, (also as ever) so I suppose you could say that things here are much as usual.