Today Hubby and I went shopping in the local upmarket food emporium (ok, it was Morrisons, but if Richard Hammond can shop there, then so can I, and PS he can bump me with his trolley any time, but I digress
We were treating ourselves to a steak and kidney casserole for dinner (we know how to live us two). Why not pie? Well neither of us is fussed by pastry to be honest, and no dumplings either although I would love dumplings, I want to wear my size 10 jeans for at least another week.
We always buy a pack of steak and kidney and then some extra kidney coz we like lots (aren't we offal).
So I spot a 2 lovely big juicy kidneys, take them off the shelf and toss them gaily in the trolley. Hubby, shakes his head and takes them out again. WHAT? OH? it wasn't our trolley, it belonged to an old dear. She didn't see so we didn't need to explain.
BUT a "do gooder", (furry hat and face like a bulldog chewing a wasp), did.
The look she gave Hubby!! You would have thought he'd mooned the old dear instead of rescuing two random kidneys from her trolley!!
Ah, we laughed. We haven't had that much fun since Hubby got amorous one evening and decided to bend me over the fridge.
Which is why we never shop in Tesco's anymore...................
