A ladies' bag...

I decided to walk down to Huddersfield town today and visit the market, seeing as it was a sunny day, and I felt like stretching my legs.

The above is a good example of a phrase that could and should never be seen as true when coming from my lips. I actually drove into town to pay in a cheque that had lain around for over a week, and also to go to the Post Office for TL.

This afforded my the opportunity to pop in the open market which displays itself on a Monday. The pictue you see, is of the noble and worthy stall holder who chose to inform me that the bag I had selected was a ladies' bag, and to thus beg me to reconsider.

I did not relent, and you can see me wielding this wonderful carriance at every opportunity. I took this picture in open defiance of his wishes, and so therefore now own his very soul.

A brief car journey conveyed me up to the delightful rurality of Marsh. Marsh is a wonderful place, and one that I know well. I sense that I am about to know it a little better, as it turns out to be the location of Jones the Butcher. Yes, you heard me right, Jones the Butcher - just like the character in Dad's Army, the celebrated BBC comedy detailing the hilarious antics of Britain's Home Guard in WW2.

So, does he do sausages? Too right he does. Heck, yes. Quite the best sausages in the area, infact. He is very well known. His pies look interesting as well. I saw on offer a pork and stilton pie, as well as the more usual pork, apple and bacon family pie. I'm not quite sure how many families have to die to bring this delight to our tables, but I am quite sure it is entirely worth it.

I returned with Irish Sausage, Thin Pork and Thin Pork and Herb sausages. Reports will follow, but then you knew that.

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Comments

[Liz Marshall]

I like the lady's bag, it allows me to store some of my belongings in it too. I hate having to carry bags.

[christine]

you two are soooooooooo made for each other!