What is the world coming to, when you can't trust an old lady

At long last, Milk and Toastboy called for me on Sunday morning, and we headed to the MFR Carbooty, after a short time, it began to rain, and turned out to be a very damp affair, but it did not dampen our spirits.

The booty experience was slightly marred for me, I had purchased a Breadmaker from this nice old lady, who assured me that it was never used. I lugged the said item about for half an hour, ensuring it was kept dry,on arrival home, I plugged it in, and prepared a breadmaking flour batch, and set the controls to bake, it buzzed for a few moments,then it took off, dancing around the worktop like a whirling dervish, I then noticed that a rubber foot was missing,and the contraption was out of balance, I rectified this with a temporary folded newspaper placed under the lopsided end, but this was not the only problem, the motor was starting and stopping in a very erratic manner, after half an hour it was obvious that the Control timer was faulty,and the burning smell from the motor,proved this. That nice old dear had sold me a lemon. it took me some time to get over this disappointment,
The moral of the story, never trust a nice old dear selling a breadmaker.

On the way home from the booty we stopped in at Tescos,for some shopping, when Milk suggested that we should have a breakfast, so I had rolls with sausage and black pudding, and Milk had an Egg on a roll.
Toast declined because he had purchased a roll and two sausages at the booty, which cost him 4 quid, which he was still complaining about.
The rolls were mediocre, nothing to write home about.
All in all it was a really enjoyable morning.