Off we went in the pouring rain for the weekly shop...Tesco's today, which is about twenty miles from us, we alternative between the local supermarket which is good, and Tesco's who have a much better stocked shop...even if I don't want to buy half the stuff I see.
It's the packing the bags which is a problem in Tesco's 'cos Himself thinks he's helping...he's still forgetting my oxygen is in the trolley and I'm attached to it and he gives the trolley a sharp yank and I fall forwards hanging onto my poor nose...the woman on the checkout didn't know whether it was alright to laugh or not, so she sort of pulled a funny expression instead...
Then he sort of piles everything willy-nilly into the first bag he comes to...bottles and jars clank away merrily and frozen stuff gets to sit on top of my knitting magazine and the potato crisps are mangled from being under the cabbage.
I sort of hiss at him...put all the frozen stuff together...and so he painstakingly drags it all out and starts again and the woman behind me in the queue raises her eyebrows and I apologise for being slow and she says it's grand and she's glad her husband doesn't go shopping with her 'cos he'd be worse...
And we have a bit of a giggle, which is alright 'cos Himself is quite deaf.
The local supermarket check-out ladies do all the packing for me you see...they are insistent...don't you be touching it they say...you just wait and I'll do it for you and they do and they pack it all properly and ask do I want one of the lads to take the trolley out to the car and that sort of thing.
When we arrive home Himself likes to put everything away...so the frozen prawns sit on the worktop melting while he stacks tins in the cupboard and the Asian stir-fry with noodles ( which is totally delicious) drips onto the floor and I swear the cheese is already growing mouldy, it's been out of the 'fridge for so long.
Another bone of contention is that I'll talk to anyone...Himself isn't a sociable sort of a person at all...he thinks I'm weird to chat to total strangers...and he'll say...who was that you were talking to and I say I haven't the faintest idea, but she wanted to know how to make a fish pie and she asked me if I knew when I picked the frozen fish up...then he gives me a funny sort of a look and goes to get the cat food.
It's still raining and awful cold, so after supper I'm going to bed on the settee to read a new thriller...with a hottie bottle...and the dog.
Making A Dent In My Pension...
