We just bumped into Nic at the supermarket. In the dripping aisle. Actually it's also the aisle that houses the 'out of date soon' stuff (value Witch will be pleased to note that we bought reduced price lamb casseroles for lunch today). As we enetered the supermarket a Sainsburys employee was trying to get folk to buy the Daily Mail "with a great free cd". I told her that we wouldn't keep that Tory rag in the toilet even when the bog roll was running low. She saw The Guardian in Darrens hand and said that she wouldn't let her dog poop on that newspaper and that Mr Blair was a poodle! Excellent retort which made me laugh out loud at her wit. She started spouting stuff about immigrants as we pushed our trolley towards the magazine racks ("this is not a library you know").