It happens on Wednesday.
I return from shopping, put down the bags in the hall as usual and make a cup of coffee.
Suddenly I emerge from my reverie. Where’s Isis? Surely she can’t be —
She is.
She has her head deep inside the large Lidl bag. She’s slurping vigorously.
Isis likes Creme Fraiche.
Isis, my blind/deaf dog 
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Thank you Sherlyn. I’m pleased you like ‘yum, yum’.
Best Wishes
Pat
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