Tonight I did an 'Old Mother Hubbard'
The cupboard or in this case the fridge was bare.
I managed to rustle up some bread (that may have been fresh yesterday), apples and some watermelon,
and called it 'dinner'
Little Miss had a science project so leaving the 'Capable One' in charge, I headed out to do the much needed grocery shop.
This post was going to be a grumble . . . about the horrific battle through the mish-mash of local vehicles, and the need to drive up the wrong side of the road towards oncoming motorbikes in order to enter the carpark, and the lack of car parking spaces once there.
My grumble was going to continue, to describe the unwanted giggles and comments made about my heavily laden trolley (by other shoppers who are there daily rather than weekly), and about the ridiculous 100 item system which saw me having to pay through 2 transactions as I had 102 items to buy.
I then stopped and began to count my blessings . . .
The checkout assistant carefully packed my trolley, wheeled it out of the centre and down to my car, where he unloaded it . . . all the while smiling.
His smile soon became mine as I arrived home and was greeted by my 'house fairy', who helped me to carry and unpack all my groceries.
I realised just how lucky I am
xxx
Sister-in-between