Yesterday was the last of our Christmas shut-in days–five days since we were out and about. It has been a lovely, lazy time, but we’re both of us more than ready to get out, breathe some fresh air, and see other people.
So today… we went shopping.
“Are you sure you want to do this? Surely we have enough food in to keep us going into January?” I asked as we piled into the car.
“Yes, of course we have. We need some fresh bread, though, and it’d be nice to get milk. And some ordinary food.”
And that was how we found ourselves in the supermarket on a bitter, rainy day, rubbing shoulders with the grumpiest, most dour-faced old fuddy-duddies I’ve seen for a long time. And the scattering of younger folks were little better. It was unusual for Morrison’s. We settled on this supermarket because the people are generally cheerful and polite.
“What’s wrong with this lot today?” I asked Graham.
“Like as not they’ve just today realised how much money they’ve spent over the holiday.”
“Ah. You’re probably right.”
“I take it we’re not in the same state?”
“Goodness, no. In fact I just this morning paid the last of the bills off. Our Christmas is all bought and paid for.”
“Wow. Who’s a clever chicken, then?”
“Me. Me. Me.”
And so we poddled along, got to the check-out, paid our bill with the welcome aid of a £25 coupon from the supermarket, the reward for saving check-out receipts since November, and walked out into a fresh blast of icy rain and horrid, cruel wind.
We didn’t like that, but even so we ended up smiling, and drove away to leave the grumpies to their own devices.
I am about to set out on a supermarket expedition of my own. It is bright and sunny outside (although a bit brisk and breezy), so I hope my fellow shoppers will be of reasonably good cheer.
Let’s see I was out yesterday in much nicer weather sunny and cold, and didn’t run into any grumpies. Though I was when I saw our local military BX carries Martha Stewart linens and I don’t want her brand.
It is so nice to see you posting more often!
rubbing shoulders with the grumpiest, most dour-faced old fuddy-duddies
Mirror, Mirror
Hope you drop in to our online Open House (runs from Boxing Day to New Year’s. We’re having lots of silly fun. In any case have a great new year’s.
Post christmas blues. It’s annoying to me that the stores who were in full christmas glory since October have de-trimmed everything just a few days after. And I miss christmas. I don’t like the real world. Yay for Graham in keeping the budget. That is a good feeling.
Although I’m across the pond and somewhat to the south, I decided to evaluate whether there was really anything I needed from any store today–and decided not.
We wish you a very Happy New Year and hope that your troubles are mostly behind you…goodbye to 2011 and let’s see a much improved 2012!
Well, here in Michigan, USA, it appears to be Valentines Day already! Now that makes me grumpy.
My mother always insisted we wait till January 6th to take down the Christmas decorations,- she said it was something about “keeping the Twelve Days of Christmas.” And, she said we came from “good peasant stock” so I guess it was some kind of solidarity with the medieval ancestors.
Oh, yes, leave those grumpies behind.