SUV or not SUV?

The thought of going back to see Janice again was just too exhausting, so we ended up at a different car dealership where a gnarly old fellow called Grandpa Jed (or something like that) told us his life story, and that of his parents, and incidentally sold us a small SUV. We'll collect it on Monday -the day I'm supposed to be blogging for the environment. Ahem.

On the way to the dealership we had stopped by at an up-market deli so that the Man could grab a quick sandwich. Ha! Simply ordering the sandwich took about half an hour, involving an incredibly detailed discussion of its constituent parts. Then the earnest young assistant lovingly prepared it, layering the cheese slices just so, selecting the perfect pickle... If he'd actually baked the bread it wouldn't have taken much longer.

It was a bloody good sandwich though.

The deli specializes in fine cusine from abroad. In amongst all the fancy bottles of extra virgin olive oil, the gourmet chocolats and vintage salamis were examples of the 'best of British' (Hobnobs and Bassett's sherbert fountains particularly stood out). The assistant was also pleased to show us a selection of chocolate squares presented (as we English always prefer) in wrappers depicting famous British writers: Jane Austen and Shakespeare and the like. 'I'm a big admirer of Shakespeare,' he sighed, throwing in a line or two from Hamlet before telling us all about his acting career. Not that we were in a hurry or anything.