I loved all the replies about the mouses and the stories you told about your own experiences...
Now then...grocery shopping is way up high on the list of stuff I'd rather avoid doing...having blood gases being taken is another...especially by young Doctors who ask would I mind if I'm the very ever patient they've experimented on...I did ask could the students not practise on each other first...but he gave me a funny look.
We could get the shopping delivered...but then that'd be another something I've given up through not breathing properly...so I still trundle round Tesco's, muttering under my breath about the prices and goods on high shelves I can't reach 'cos I'm only little...and there's never anyone taller about either.
And I'm totally useless when it comes to numbers and such like, so I haven't the faintest idea whether buying two small bottles is cheaper than the one bottle on Special Offer...sometimes it is and other times it isn't, so I get bewildered and stand there looking gormless and trying to avoid counting on my fingers.
Then there are goodies that we don't need and can't really afford, but I'd like them...first pressed olive oil in gorgeous bottles...artisan breads and cartons of stuffed black olives...so I bought an Aloe Vera plant instead.
Himself is a pain in the neck when we are shopping...he gets in the way and wants to push the trolley, quite forgetting my oxygen bottle is in it and there's only so far the tubing will stretch before it drags me along by my nostrils...and packing the bags at the checkout is quite dreadful...he'll put a bag of carrots straight on top of the crisps, doesn't answer when the checkout girl speaks to him...not 'cos he's being rude, but because he's as deaf as a post and simply doesn't hear her...and I do say about keeping frozen food all together, but when we come home there'll be a bag of frozen peas right on top of the washing powder...
I usually persuade him to go and look at the electrical stuff and try to get through the checkout before he wanders back again...
It's a lovely drive actually...to the little town where Tesco's is...The Ox mountain range is to one side and then there is Crough Patrick straight in front...Crough is pro.Crow...it's a pointy mountain which used to be Pagan until St Patrick came here and announced it was Christian...he threw a bell down from the summit...like you do if you're a Saintly person. On the last Sunday of July, thousands of people turn up to climb to the top...the proper sort of pilgrims do it in bare feet.
There was a beautiful rainbow on the way home...right across the sky.