(Almost) Nothing Rhymes with Tamarind….

J had a better plan for the purchase of tamarind compared with a couple of weeks ago. He discovered a shop which sold it on the High Street, although I struggled to find it. The rest of the shop was his standard ASDA fayre of the heaviest items that would fit into his shopping trolley. We chatted about his garden which he hadn’t had any takers for on a mission listed last week and devised a cunning plan.