Obviously I'd love it if, when I went to my local butchers, they sprang forward to open the door when I arrived, greeted me like a long-lost friend, enquired as to the health of my silver-haired Mother, shined my shoes and then secretly slipped a tenner into my back pocket whilst opening the door for me on the way out - but - I'm settle instead for some really tasty flesh at honest prices. If I had to queue up all day for it, I might go elsewhere, but a life of loafing means I can nip down whenever it's quiet. AND.. our favourite butcher is BACK! Ahhhhhh......