My mind has been elswhere this week, it has as yet failed to return.
This morning, urgently, I sauntered round to Tesco. I was congratulating myself on how quickly I was gathering the few needfuls when I realised the manager, and an accolyte, were chatting in front of the chocolate (I need this for my calorie controlled greed). Without thinking I indicated I wanted in there and helpfully grabbed his arm and pulled him aside as you would do a friend. His sarcastic answer I did not catch, and only later did I realise what I had done. Mind you I could have mentioned that he was not just taking up space but failing to wear a mask, I wish I had now! In fact I think he was teaching a new manager how to cheat, how to lay out goods to entice the unwary, and increase sales, something stores do all the time, that is what increases his opportunities for advancement. He will be on £30,000 or so I reckon.
I returned home, gleefully dumping the shelf filling stuff and resting my laurels and planning the next job. This entailed hobbling to the charity shop which asked for books. I had gathered a few aged books of no worth and those that I decided I could live without and packed them in a couple of bags.
This was not easy, it is not easy to put books out, especially as in the next 12 months I will probably buy one or two back again! These books were, it must be said, no longer any use to me. Funnily enough, Waterstones have indicated I need to buy now or my £10 voucher runs out. That comes next.
It was as I left the charity shop, something to do with heart attacks, I realised I had forgotten to buy a Digital timer for the night heater, the old one having died of excess. So into Tesco I go, upstairs by
escalator, downstairs by creaking, find what I want and on to queue up alongside large bottles of spirits going cheap to use the self service machines. This, as you realise is not wise. Two items and I struggled! The blasted machine would not let me move on! I banged it intellectually, thumped the timer on the bag space, and muttered sayings from of old. Then the young lad came over and indicated I was doing it the wrong way round. I had put the items in the bag space and was trying to transfer them to the basket space.
I cried.
I have spent the rest of the day watching trains to calm down, once I found a railway that had trains running that is.
3 comments:
So few people touch each other these days that the man from Tesco probably thought you were going to abduct him.
You should have fun choosing a book from Waterstones, I always enjoy it but I am disappointed that their vouchers run out eventually. There is no excuse for that, they already have the money so why decide you can't have the book just because you don't buy it in their time frame I wonder?
That picture looks as if its from the Exeter to Dawlish line, if it is it's a great train journey.
Covid has certainly stopped us touching and even shaking hands.
Jenny, Waterstone's idea is not good, I have just bought three more...!
Dave, Devon indeed Dave, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsD21zBb73o
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