It is a wet Monday afternoon in Chagford
MrsM finds herself in a hardware shop
MrM believes this is a "Retail Opportunity"
MrsM thinks that MissM might not agree...
brown fleece tops and thermos flasks
do not ever feature on her wish list
MrsM is grateful that MasterM is not there
to try out the handcarved walking sticks
because it is many years
since MrsM has been asked to leave a shop...
MrsM finds herself in a hardware shop
MrM believes this is a "Retail Opportunity"
MrsM thinks that MissM might not agree...
brown fleece tops and thermos flasks
do not ever feature on her wish list
MrsM is grateful that MasterM is not there
to try out the handcarved walking sticks
because it is many years
since MrsM has been asked to leave a shop...
MrsM hears MrM trying to decide
which penknife to buy
MrM is enthusiastic
There is far too much choice
MrsM sighs
which penknife to buy
MrM is enthusiastic
There is far too much choice
MrsM sighs
And then MrsM remembers that,
a long time ago,
she promised bb
that she would post photos of tweed caps
a long time ago,
she promised bb
that she would post photos of tweed caps
Oh, but which one do I WANT?!
ReplyDeleteLovely.
Can you describe the scent of the store?
I want a whole lot of tweed caps now. That one and that one and that one too.
ReplyDeleteI need a tweed hat at the moment. It would stop the rain getting in my ears. Hardware shops can be so interesting, like an aladdins cave of things you didn't know you needed.
ReplyDeleteRelish the rain. Dance in it until you're soaked to the bone. Act as if no one is watching.
ReplyDeleteHeat wave here.
I'm so jealous.
Also, Sue, I've never heard the word ironmonger before. Most excellent term. This is another example of why I love this blog.
I remember being asked to leave a shop once. Admittedly, it was a very posh shop in a ski resort and we had shuffled in wearing our snowboard gear straight off the mountains and dripping dirty melted snow on their polished floors ...
ReplyDeleteAn ironmonger only sells sells nails, hammers and suchlike. A hardware shop sells everything that you will ever need ever.
ReplyDeleteGood looking hats and caps there.
ReplyDeleteOur Ironmonger was established in 1740 and is still owned and run by the same family. They sell everything in there, including the ring to go though a pig's nose, but not clothing. I love going there, I find so many useful things and nails and screws are sold singly.
I've been in that shop, we were after boots to walk the moors, tennis shoes weren't making it.
ReplyDeleteFunny ... I have Bb moments too ...
ReplyDeleteThe evidence suggests tha MrM needs more of MissM's sartorial advice. Unless, of course, he was only buying a pen knife and not a hat.
ReplyDeleteMrM is obliged to point out that he is still hatless although I was tempted to be a Sherlock wannabe, striding over Dartmoor, Would have had to have been in a houndstooth check of course ...
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