Bert sends a post-Brexit list

I have no idea on which side of this fence Bert sits. Maybe he will tell us.

Bert lives in Peterborough (England), not be confused with the remote town of the same name in South Australia, nor I suspect, with a few others scattered around the globe.

Bert and I have “known” each other (no, not in that sense), for many years. He is a reliable go-to person with any questions about Venice, Italy. (The only Venice as far as we are concerned.) I have only met him once, when we shared a drink and a chat, at a lovely bar just off Campo Santa Margherita. (Now, just wait, he’ll tell us the name of the bar, and the exact location, if I know Bert.)

Anyhow, Bert found a couple of lists in a shopping trolley at Tesco, which is a supermarket chain in England. I bought some excellent zipped storage bags in one of their shops in Leamington Spa where my senior son lives, a few years ago. Leamington, quite charmingly to my ears, is pronounced “Lemmington”.

Here, without much further ado, since I have rabbited on for far too long, is his first offering. I’ll keep the second for next time. My list cupboard is quite bare, aside from that. Now, that is a big hint to you, dear reader.

I admire this clear hand ‘writing’, I could read every thing on the list. But, Bert did mention that the dog food should no doubt be interpreted as “Tesco”. So this nice person has a cat and a dog, I already like her/him. But, pilchards, maybe not. And, what is a big bottle of  Robinsons? Oh, and no skimmed milk for me, thanks. 

Oh, and I don’t think the first item is a question, but the name of an item to be purchased.