I guess I grew up a manky chav, then - at least I can spell it, some of you. I hapen to think that Morrisons pies are excellent quality. Or at least, they were when I worked in Bolton. I went into a Waitrose this summer in Petersfield and couldn't believe what you can buy in there. Or the price.
I currently live the expat highlife in Bangladesh. Today I went to do the shopping and the man who runs the coconut stall in the market was shifting some produce around. The amount of giant cockroaches that ran across my feet as I bought my fruit and veg was beyond a joke. I almost got used to the soft patter of six tiny legs skittering across my Birkenstocked feet.
All I can really say is, think yoursleves bloody lucky you've got supermarkets, you bunch of moaners! When we come home to the UK my 'treat' is to spend an afternoon in a supermarket, any supermarket, where I stand and stare at the numbers of items on offer in stupified amazement.
Happy Diwali, MNetters.