Yes, I know, the ethics of supermarkets are well dodgy, but I had just spent an hour in Asda tonight, buying £97.89 worth of 'stuff,' including loaves of bread reduced to 0.01p ('whoops!') and a pair of black boots for £36 (looked about £80). When the girl had rung everything through the till and packed it all into bags, I had a flashback of Hugh playing with my purse earlier today, pulling out the plastic cards and the 'moneys.'
And, no, of course he didn't put it back in my bag. Of course not. He left it on a corner of the living room carpet, just so I could feel like a feckless dimwit in Asda. And it was one minute to ten and the store was closing and the poor workers had to put it all back on the shelves.
Ah well, the moon was gorgeous when I drove home. Just under a full moon, or just past. I can't tell - if it's waxing or waning. Lovely anyhow.