@Titsywoo why in God's name would you
a) countenance Borough Market on the last Saturday before Christmas
b) countenance Borough Market later than the first half hour after opening at any time
c) Take CHILDREN with you?
I've retrieved DP from the pub taking a breather after work, bought precisely
1 Dragonfruit
1 Smoked Gammon even though I don't like it, because it's the law, apparently, to have it on the 26th, and I made the fatal error of mentioning to him whilst dating that I had to make one with all the extra flavourings for the ex and kids every Christmas
1 Red Cabbage
1 Packet of Bockwurst
then we neatly ducked under the massive argument that started at the till in Lidl where a women demanded to speak to the manager about something and her adult daughters all chipped in, handed my four items to the poor cashier over their trolleyload, paid and exited whilst world war three was breaking out between them (as they couldn't even agree amongst themselves what the problem was that they need The Manager for), the poor Floor Manager and about 20 irate customers seeing the belt piled high but no purchasing going on. Rather sensibly, the security guard stuck to checking the bags at the door, rather than adding to the scrum. Especially as he looked about 80 and was a whole five foot two on tiptoes.
Took evasive manoeuvres through the market, picked up a baguette, eggs, butter, bacon and a packet of black pudding at the Co-op and came home.
DP is now making breakfast/lunch/tea, I've practically inhaled a cuppa and we've made plans for the next raiding party. Apparently, I'm Red Leader.
I did consider asking if we could fit in destroying the Death Star in between the parsnips and cider shelves, but he'd probably accept it as a viable mission, rather than a trap.