First job of the day was to pack the car up with strips of horrid carpet and transport them to the dump on the way to a Swansea shopping trip, to the DIY store and then to Sainsbury’s.
The last carpet show
By the time we got to Sainsbury’s my tummy was rumbling loudly.
“I think we ought to have lunch now, before we shop,” I said.
“Why?”
“Because I’m hungry, that’s why.”
On the way into the restaurant we passed a sign advertising a two-fer-a-bargain-price on roast turkey ‘Christmas’ lunches.
“That’s what we ought to have,” I said.
“Can’t do that. It’s not Christmas yet.”
No argument, I’m afraid. So we had scampi and chips instead, good, hot, and tasty.
Thank goodness, it was followed by a very short, weekend-only shop because Graham nodded off in the car on the way home and, by the time I’d parked, I could hardly keep my eyes open.
“Come on, Dolly,” I said when we’d unpacked and stowed stuff away. “Cuddle time.”
She led me up stairs and onto the bed. I’m not too sure I’d have made it without some assistance.
