Every so often I quite like a wee seat on the sofa with a coffee, roll and a paper. It's more for nostalgia than anything else.
If I ever do that (once in a blue moon) then it's always the local paper.
Covering up The National is an involuntary action these days, I hardly even remember doing it. It's like breathing, just happens automatically any time I'm in the shop.
It is part of my daily routine. Enter shop, head to the newspapers, cover/hide the national and then get what I need. The wife and my mates do exactly the same. 🙂