To the fishmongers for some prawns and salmon. Wilf sat dutifully outside on the front door step while I waited in line - he knows that he's going to get fish for dinner so shopping is no hardship. There was only one salmon tail out on display so they had to go and trim two others. Maybe its only the Scots who ask for this most tender and boneless of cuts. Shopping done it was off to join the beer and absinthe crowd for our morning coffee and bowl of water. As I read the paper and ate my croissant Wilf put on his ' I'm an orphan dog whose never been fed' look. He was rewarded with the tasty, curved, slightly crunchy bits from either end. He tenderly nibbled these with all the deference due to a great treat.
Oh, a special morning thanks to Petey in New York http://www.peteysplayhouse.blogspot.com/ who has an uncannily similar lifestyle to Wilfs.