The Woolgatherer has newshoes! Blueshoes. Comfortableshoes. Inthesaleshoes. Blessed little else, mind you – though both haggis and whisky were secured, plus a Christmas pudding ready for next year. A tiring day. I brought home focaccia, cheese, olives and salamis. Oh, and a new bottle opener! Ours died of metal fatigue over Christmas – seriously, one …