Went shopping today. Teresa and Reuben are coming a week on Saturday and so that means planning ahead 'cos Reuben eats...and has seconds and I bet he'd have thirds if Teresa would let him.
Himself wanted to go to Tesco's but I didn't and I won...so we went to Supervalu in town instead 'cos they are excellent actually and much cheaper than Tesco's anyway and their staff are really nice...they have a bit of a chat and don't mind in the slightest if I take ages to unload everything...the Tesco ladies are a bit grumpy you know and look at me askance when they see my nasal nodules...they do...honestly.
I'd like to say I'm not contagious, but I don't think they'd know it was intended to be funny...
In fact the only really nice person in Tesco's is the security chap who is as broad as he's short and looks terribly important...he's usually hovering in the wine aisle and doesn't mind in the slightest when I ask him to fudge about on the bottom shelf for the inexpensive Australian wine.
No point in me even thinking about the bottom shelf...daresay I'd get down there but I doubt I'd ever get upright ever again.
Anyway back to our local supermarket...there I was looking at the dates on the farm-fresh free range organic egg cartons when another customer sort of hissed at me...do you know what the date is today she asked...I didn't. But I told her a week on Saturday was October 3rd...she was trying to decide whether the scones...on special offer...would still be good in two days time 'cos she's having the builders in to fit a new kitchen. So, there we were trying to work out today's date and getting nowhere...reciting that rhyme...thirty days hath September...counting on our fingers...I said buy them and put them in the freezer...they'll be grand...she said she hasn't a freezer 'cos of having a new kitchen...so we stood there like lemons and she said she gets brain fogs and I said I do as well and she said did I think it was the 'change' and I pointed out I was a bit older than she is and she said she was fifty-six and I told her I was ten years older than her...then I had an idea and suggested she went to look at the date on one of the newspapers...I thought she was going to hug me, so I did.
When we came home, Himself wanted me to help him decide what was still ok to eat in the freezers...I told him if he was to wear his feckin' glasses he'd know what was in there...he won't take his glasses out anywhere you know...not after the day he left them on the roof of the car when we were in Mullaghmore and they disappeared somewhere along the road...he had to 'fess up to the optician...who is as mad as a bag of wet cats and who I love to bits...but Himself says he's weird and doesn't like going for eye-tests...or confessing he'd lost his glasses when he left them on the roof of the car.
Eileen says I can just ask and she'll get one of the lads to pack my shopping for me 'cos Himself is useless...today he put a pack of Irish sausages in with the O'Hara's chocolate cakes which are seriously delicious and then stuck a carton of ice-cream on the top...the leeks were next, followed by packets of kitten food.
It drives me almost demented...