Lis and I are terrible influences on one another. But we have fun.

So, yesterday, at around 3 o'clock, Lis's boss told her that nothing productive was going to get done, so she should go home early. So she did, which put her on Rte 1 Southbound before five. Which meant that she could stop into that interesting-looking store, Union Jack, which closes at 5 PM, so we've never gone in before. It's a British import shop. So, when she got home, she told me that it looked neat.

Today, we went over there together. And I decided, arbitrarily, that we would spend $20 on British-type food and stuff.

We got:
A packet of lamb-and-mint flavored crisps.
2 cans of shandy (one for me, one as a present for my father, who likes shandies. 11% beer. Which means that it's, what, 1% alcohol? That's like as alcoholic as orange juice.)
1 can of Irn-Bru, because I've heard Dee and Ford talk about the stuff so much that I had to try it.
1 can of dandilion-burdock root soda
1 package of pudapams.
1 Mars bar.
1 package of oat cakes.
1 tinned toffee pudding.
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