We haven't been food shopping for weeks and as tea last night consisted of some broken crackers left over from a dinner party, the crusty end of a piece of Cheddar and the sad-looking remnants of a jar of Greek olives we thought it was high time we stocked up on supplies.
I won't bore you with the banality of the hellhole known locally as "The Asda" so instead here's me posing outside the building opposite. This is one of many derelict pubs in the town centre.
Built in the Eighteenth Century, like many of Walsall's boozers, The Market Tavern had a market licence which allowed it to open from 6am on market days to serve alcohol to traders and shoppers alike.This was still in practice up until a few years ago. Now you have to wait until Wetherspoons opens at 9am for a pre-shopping pint.
|1970's Lewis Barnett, London maxi (£1.66, eBay), vintage sunglasses and 1970's Sheffield Steel pendant (both from the Salvation Army)|
Helga and I were chatting this morning about how New Zealand had endured everything recently from floods, blizzards and earthquakes but (touch wood) no fires. Talk about witchcraft, when we left the supermarket we discovered our town centre was ablaze.
This saddlery has been standing since the days of the Industrial Revolution although thankfully it's no longer in use.
Anyway enough of this chatter, there's a full fridge and a hungry woman waiting to get at it.
See you soon.