Ripping My Knitting

Friday night nibbles are on the menu which means a trip to the supermarket.

Morrisons. I like our local outlet as they have a 10 items or less aisle which (normally) means a quick and painless experience.

Not tonight. The management were directing punters with a full trolley to the express checkout which is simply wrong.

Rips my knitting. It really does. Grrr.