Late, too late!

Well its nearly time to go to bed and I feel exhausted. My arm hurts, my foot hurts and I just want to sleep for eternity! This is what shopping at night in Asda does to one. Its the descent into mindless self inflicted torture. Oh, how I hate shopping! And its not just the trekking round the aisles trying to concentrate on the list and find exactly what is wanted -half of which Asda in its infinite wisdom doesn't stock. In fact if I find a product I like you can bet your bottom dollar they will stop stocking it. Its the kiss of death to like something! And then the marathon race at the checkout! Though I've given up caring whether I hold up one or twenty one people behind me. I can go no faster and I won't be stressed. At least I pay with cash and not have to write a cheque. Mind you paying with cash can mean that £5o or so is all in 50p's which have to be religiously counted! Should be grateful I don't bring the bags of 20p's! And then having managed to escape there is the awful vision of putting it all away once home is reached. Trying to make space in the freezer and fridge. When I was first married I went to the grocers in our small town. Sat on a chair and handed over my list. They ran around fetching things and making suggestions as to things they had in stock and just chatting. And at the end of it all the bill was never more than £3! And they delivered if wanted. Oh where have those days gone! And I'm not that ancient! (photo of me when first married)

Oh well having had a good moan I'm off to bed! Another day tomorrow!

The time is out by only 7 minutes!