The Tyranny of The Economist

I've resubscribed to The Economist in an effort to be more informed and what not. After two issues I'm already regretting it. I stopped my subscription last time because I found no possibility of finishing an issue before the next one arrived. I'm up to page 40 or so - of what might as well be a thousand pages - of the current issue (further than I got with the previous one) and dreading the pending arrival of this week's.

Gym bunnies

The current future Mrs Seffers has been pounding the treadmills etc at Exmouth gym. In her designed-for-exercise tracksuit trousers and trainers (and presumably wearing something on top) she is worried that she's a talking point for the other (more mature) gym goers, all of whom wear their normal clothes (including deck shoes). Bloody ponces, coming down from London, showing off with their so-called "trainers". Nothing wrong with a pair of deck shoes for sport. Wore a pair at the 1954 Shuffleboard World Championships off Anguilla.

The assistants at the fruit and veg shop today were a pair of teenage girls with no interest in discussing fennel. I needed to buy enough veg to get over £4 and get my loyalty stamp, so will have to have a leek-and-potato-heavy couple of days before I have reason to go back and check on the fennel cooking.

Local loyalty

I have acquired a loyalty card of sorts from the local fruit and veg shop. Once I spend 9 sets of £4 I get 20% off my next shop. Or 20% off the next £4 I spend. Which would be 80p. The terms and conditions weren't clear.

The shop includes a Devon flag on the label for all the locally-sourced produce and I'm trying to make a point of buying the local stuff. Currently in season are leeks, swedes and massive potatoes.

I've made nice with the elderly ladies who run the shop, advising one of them on how to cook fennel. I'll be back next week to ask how it went. Maybe they can be our new Exmouth friends.