How exciting, our local sub Post Office has applied for an alcohol licence.
Since I moved here a few months ago, I've been wondering why I have to drive all the way to Waitrose to stock up on Krug and Dom Perignon. Now all I'll have to do is walk round the corner. And I'll be able to post those letters to my friends in Barbados at the same time. How convenient!
Not only that, but a new Costcutter has opened just a few doors further down, so that's the Beluga sorted.
Much better than the only other local convenience store, which just seems to be patronised by people wanting half a bottle of Kirov, ten Mayfairs, and a packet of Rizlas. (By the way, why on earth would you buy ready-made cigarettes AND Rizlas?).