Off to our favourite butcher. Difficult in a quiet shop to understand what he says. A mixture of a nervous tick, Welsh, and a low mumble. Add to this an open door, and traffic going past and we don’t always converse clearly.
S = “Can we order a Turkey please, around 6 kilo?”
B = “what’s that in pounds?”
Voice form behind us “twelve”
B = “Yes, I’ll put it in the book”, which he so does, then closes it.
S = “Shall, we give you a name?
B = “No need, I know you and there’s only one rose in the book so far”.
Rose? Who’s rose? We go there regularly but how does he know our name? Is Rose his nickname for us – and why? The Today Christmas quiz question is – did we order the Turkey? Should we get some sausages as a plan B?
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