Sir, that is quite some story. I read it out loud to Mrs Clubs and she was almost in tears. If indeed all that is true, then I salute you. That is quite a tale of melancholy you have written there, you have a way with words that for a minute, I was right there with you in that cottage.I live alone as I’m not a pleasant guy to live with. An old dog is my contstant companion. I’m poor too. As I don’t have a refrigerator or a microwave oven, and my Belling cooker was made in 1959, I buy a lot of tins. They don’t ‘go off.’
A favourite dish of mine is a tin of meatballs in tomato sauce cooked with a tin of five bean salad. A big dish full that fills me up. A big bag of rice lasts a year or more as a small cupful expands and I open a tin of Sainsbury’s curry - various varieties e.g. beef, chicken, vegetable and korma, tikka masala, madras etc.
I eat a lot of nuts too, but not salted peanuts. Walnuts are my favourites but don’t buy nuts in Holland & Barratt. Supermarkets for nuts. Raw carrots are very cheap and very good for you. I start the day with whole meal or granary toast and Coopers Oxford marmalade. I don’t have milk so my tea and coffee are black. I buy loose tea, not teabags. Also big bags of the cheapest coffee beans in Tesco - a coffee bean is a coffee bean. A grinder I picked up in a charity shop for £1.50. Unused, I don’t think they knew what it was, hand operated, of course. I don’t have a television set. No licence to buy. £159.50? Oh no, that will feed my old dog and me for six months. I have very generous family and friends.
Every Christmas and birthday sees bottles of single malt to refill the decanters on the sideboard. On a cold night as the wind whistles around the chimney pots and the rain beats against the windows (single glazed - my cottage is listed) I pull the old chair up to the fire, sip my scotch and turn the wireless off after the 10 o’clock news, take the dog into the garden for a last pee and then we go upstairs to bed. Old dog sleeps on my bed. Millions of pounds, a big ocean-going yacht moored at San Trop? What ever would I do with that. All the best and I hope I’ve entertained you. I won’t be offended at all if you say I spout crap.
Was it a case of wholesale and retail, or more operational and tactical?Another question purely out of interest.
Why did the RAOC have bakeries rather than the ACC?
The latter would seem a more logical fit.
Sainsbury's used to sell it but my local gigantic Sainsbugs now seems to sell fewer and fewer different brands, more own brand poor quality stuff. Like @slipperman I get it at Waitrose now. It comes in a half loaf but isn't like sourdough otherwise. It's hard to describe. The first time I tried it I thought it felt a bit dry but once toasted it was delicious.
And you! I‘ll sort you out tomorrow!!!Was it a case of wholesale and retail, or more operational and tactical?
My cousin's husband is a really nice bloke with a successful company and a social conscience. He is a leading member of the Rotary Club (Or it might be the Round Table) where he lives and puts in a lot of time helping the less fortunate. He told me a tale about when the local bishop wanted to join but that brought with it a problem. You see the rules state that they can only have one member from each 'trade' and they already had a vicar. They ummed and ahhed about it for some time, then gave him the good news that his application had been successful. From that point on, he and the vicar would be known as 'religion wholesale' and 'religion retail' respectively.