Beginning to suffer a little from cabin fever so we went out shopping today. We chose to go to Bourne End remembering there was an antiques centre there which usually has a selection of old engineering tools only to find it had turned into another costa bloody coffee shop.
Now Helen is quite happy searching various supermarkets for 'reduced for quick sale' bargains to re stock the freezer or prodding round the odd clothes shop etc etc, and while one should not really generalise, this is probably typical of many of the fairer sex who can therefore get a retail fix any day of the week in any high street, but just what are us chaps supposed to do?
NHH