I understand the need for the observation of Easter Sunday, but not when I’m in need of lightbulbs and a loaf of bread! I travelled around the periphery of Doncaster today, looking for various shops, and ended up back in good ol’ Conisbrough where our Co-op was still open.
Anyway, as I was walking around the shop, with an ever-growing pile of food items in my arms (I don’t believe in baskets, clearly), I overheard a conversation between a mother and daughter, and it went something like this:
Mother: “So, do you want to get some custard?” Daughter: “Yeah, definitely. Fish custard.”
