Smoked paprika and marinated anchovies

I really wish the bags that the Sainsburys delivery man had left in his van, after leaving my house, had been the ones containing the smoked paprika and marinated anchovies. It would have been nicer to have said that they were missing, when ringing the helpline, rather than 'Er, I seem to be missing some sanitary towels and corned beef'.

I haven't updated for about two weeks and in that time I have had several moments of 'ooh, I might put that on my blog' including: feeling like crying at the Bonnie Prince Billy concert; feeling like crying, for entirely different reasons, at Mordern Tower; feeling like crying seeing an old man with shaky hands; feeling like crying when I saw some sandwiches wrapped in clingfilm in the street (a token of love so callously discarded!); and, giggling, hearing a young man and his mother arguing in a restaurant - you could hear his eyes rolling from the other side of the room as he hissed 'I'll have a pint of vodka please' at the waiter.

Naturally I waited until something involving the word 'sanitary towels' cropped up.