26th November 2025
It’s thanksgiving eve, and it’s bloody cold, small white balls are falling and everywhere is bleak and grey. Just the day to go thrifting, absolutely not really, but I went anyway. The one chosen was a place I hadn’t been before, so imagine my delight when we went inside. Yes, it’s just the same as all the others, full of stuff people didn’t want. I wandered around looking for something interesting. I came across the CD/DVD and vinyl section, and I am glad to say I didn’t know any single one of them. I did spot a Kenny G CD, meaning that you cannot be considered a thrift store if you don’t have at least one Kenny G record.
To save our embarrassment of leaving empty handed we bought a gutter scoop, and a stack of note pads, they were not going to get rich from us.
I thought to cheer us up we should have lunch somewhere, and we heard the cheese shop in the town had a bistro out the back, so we decided to give it a try.
It was a pleasant experience, I had a potato soup with smoked ham bits in it and a toasted sandwich with English cheese and not the tasteless pap they call cheese over here. Kelli had a tomato soup and a toasted Swiss cheese sandwich, I bet that cheese had never been to Switzerland, but she was happy with it.
Of course we had to look around the cheese part of the place, and actually bought some.
By the time we left, the white stuff was beginning to settle, and an excuse to head for home.
Another Lifetime to go 