Shopping
I bought some pillows from Waring and Gillows
I bought some shoeises from John Lewises
I bought some pasta from Asda
I bought a desk-o from Tesco
A book on myths from WH Smiths
Some deep fat fryers from Robert Dyas
A brand new dress from BHS
An old LP from HMV
A book on phones, from Waterstones
Fried eggs from Greggs
A fiddle from Lidl (well, they were selling trumpets last Christmas!)
Six forks with dates on, from Fortnum and Mason
Earrings my size fro Accessorise
Plain cherries from Sainsbury's
A beach ball blow-up from the Co-op
And some horrible jerkins from Dorothy Perkins
Now my shopping bag is full.
I bought some shoeises from John Lewises
I bought some pasta from Asda
I bought a desk-o from Tesco
A book on myths from WH Smiths
Some deep fat fryers from Robert Dyas
A brand new dress from BHS
An old LP from HMV
A book on phones, from Waterstones
Fried eggs from Greggs
A fiddle from Lidl (well, they were selling trumpets last Christmas!)
Six forks with dates on, from Fortnum and Mason
Earrings my size fro Accessorise
Plain cherries from Sainsbury's
A beach ball blow-up from the Co-op
And some horrible jerkins from Dorothy Perkins
Now my shopping bag is full.
posted by Helen McCookerybook at Wednesday, July 01, 2009
3 Comments:
one of my favourite Lidl experiences was seeing an elderly lady in Peckham looking suspisciously at a horse blanket during one of their special offer weeks on a range of equestrian items... because everyone needs something for their stable in Peckham!
I bought a skinny something or other
In my local Caffe Nero
I thought if I sat with my laptop on my lap
I'd be a modern, multimedia hero
But instead I sat there watching
All the world pass by
Whilst I just sit here, melancholic
Not catching anybody's eye
Maybe bring a book - look cerebral
And studious, despite my age
Sipping my cappuwhatsit, sitting with straight back
Yes, all the world's a stage...
An hour has passed - it's decision time
Caffeine overload say bye-bye
To the clattering, chattering zeroes
Frequenting my Caffe Nero....
Ah Phoebe- possibly she kept a horse at the Bermondsey Stables, behind the big tesco on Old Kent Road, a source of a thousand bluebottles for the unfortunate residents of the little estate there! But possibly not...
Chimesey, you are a poet of the first order!
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