A super colleague on The Guardian, aka Tramp, recently did an Only Fools and Horses puzzle – or was it Enigmatist? Or was it Birds of a Feather? I evidently don’t recall.
But a thought came into my head yesterday that the character Uncle Arthur was, cryptically, Unclear Thur, or ‘foggy day’. But then I realised that it was Uncle Albert in the every-popular sitcom, not Uncle Arthur.
And I had only been buying lemons in the supermarket.
At least I hadn’t got my lemons confused with my melons. Still, in my head sometimes I am both off my shopping trolley and a basket-case at the same time.
I like supermarkets, if not for the shopping. Much amusement to be had, though it wouldn’t have you rolling in the aisles (boom boom).
Now let’s see, what have I bought today?
Tuna – a nut backwards, or ‘aunt’ (anag)
Bananas (more nuts)
Coffee -the checkout girl coughed on me, which makes her the cougher, and me the coughee, might you say?
Skimmed milk (or ‘ilk’)
Rosemary (two girls in one)
Dill, which makes many sick.
And then there’s the supermarket. Aldi, hidden in ‘venereal disease’. Did they think this through?
Time to check out.