THE CHOCOLATE FIREGUARD at the shops.

I post from a small disorientated northern town with two shops :- an unfashionable soft-furnishings warehouse and a Gargantumart! Nothing else. All erstwhile businesses have passed into history along with milk floats and lard. OK. I tell a lie. There are small local emporia for haircuts, tans, bets, booze and pizza (and recently an infestation of no-win, no-fee-ery) but everything else is trucked in from Mozambique or Uranus. Thank the Gods for squirrels and injured cats, else there'd be nowt local to eat at all.