A fortifying pasty

Normally D and I retire to EAT when the trials of shopping have driven us to hunger but on this occasion on this extraordinarily chilly day we go for the Cornish central heating for kids and avail ourselves of a pasty. The parts that don’t shatter into a million pieces and then get stuck in our hair, cover our clothes and possibly even penetrate the shopping we’ve already bought, taste okay. Obviously not as good as the real thing but nipping to Cornwall isn’t very convenient today though we do discuss someone we know you would happily make the round trip for some of Cornwall’s finest skirt. And they do the trick, they warm us up.