Shopping day means...
Feb. 2nd, 2021 05:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wiseheart... that you can basically kiss the rest of your day good-bye. Well, I certainly can. Especially as I go walk to two-third of the shops to avoid being exposed to public transport and the many irresponsible idiots that use it.
In any case, I started with walking to ALDI in the morning, getting the basic necessities like milk, bread and the likes. Since I was moderately pissed at life in general, I decided that Mum and I needed a treat and bought croissants for breakfast (remember, we have breakfast at 11am because of my 16-hour fasting). So we had an opulent breakfast: croissants, strawberry jam and café latte. Yum!
But after inspecting the goods I've bought Mum and I decided that we could actually do with even more canned soup (or rather bagged soup: dry ingredients you have to cook up with a certain amount of water) and some more Spekulatius biscuits that have been on sale at ALDI for weeks by now. We just love those, and you can only get them around Christmas - and afterwards for a reduced price.
So, since I had to go to school after breakfast anyway, to pre-pay for my monthly order of eggsies, I made a detour back to ALDI (more walking) and buy the things. Then I caught the (fortunately nearly empty) bus to school, gave my egg orders and went up to the teachers' room to meet my girls. Much masked waving at each other was done, and Elise showed me pics of her third granddaughter, born in last October. Then I took the bus home, making a detour to LIDL, where I buy the mineral water and other heavy stuff, since that is the grocery shop closest to our building.
By the time I came home, it was well beyond 2pm, so I was glad I bought some ready-made salad I only had to chop smaller for Mum (she couldn't eat it otherwise) and some pasties. If we started to cook then, we still would be sitting at lunch now. Opulent breakfast, pathetic lunch. I think supper will be greatly appreciated.
I so hoped for a bit peace and quiet after lunch but no such luck. My insurance agent called soon thereafter, and as always, it was a tedious affair. She is loud, she talks like a waterfall and has fairly idiotic views about life in general and the current situation in particular. Fortunately, I could wear off a planned visit of hers (it is usually overly long and not very useful) and agreed to get whatever she wanted to show me in written form. Phew!
And now the day is almost over, I missed all my programmes on TV for one reason or another, and there won't be anything else to watch in the evening because the stupid TV Paprika stopped showing Paul Hollywood's Pies and Puds, even though we have barely had half the series. *is royally pissed*
Well... at least I got to meet my girls. That makes up for the rest of the day.
In any case, I started with walking to ALDI in the morning, getting the basic necessities like milk, bread and the likes. Since I was moderately pissed at life in general, I decided that Mum and I needed a treat and bought croissants for breakfast (remember, we have breakfast at 11am because of my 16-hour fasting). So we had an opulent breakfast: croissants, strawberry jam and café latte. Yum!
But after inspecting the goods I've bought Mum and I decided that we could actually do with even more canned soup (or rather bagged soup: dry ingredients you have to cook up with a certain amount of water) and some more Spekulatius biscuits that have been on sale at ALDI for weeks by now. We just love those, and you can only get them around Christmas - and afterwards for a reduced price.
So, since I had to go to school after breakfast anyway, to pre-pay for my monthly order of eggsies, I made a detour back to ALDI (more walking) and buy the things. Then I caught the (fortunately nearly empty) bus to school, gave my egg orders and went up to the teachers' room to meet my girls. Much masked waving at each other was done, and Elise showed me pics of her third granddaughter, born in last October. Then I took the bus home, making a detour to LIDL, where I buy the mineral water and other heavy stuff, since that is the grocery shop closest to our building.
By the time I came home, it was well beyond 2pm, so I was glad I bought some ready-made salad I only had to chop smaller for Mum (she couldn't eat it otherwise) and some pasties. If we started to cook then, we still would be sitting at lunch now. Opulent breakfast, pathetic lunch. I think supper will be greatly appreciated.
I so hoped for a bit peace and quiet after lunch but no such luck. My insurance agent called soon thereafter, and as always, it was a tedious affair. She is loud, she talks like a waterfall and has fairly idiotic views about life in general and the current situation in particular. Fortunately, I could wear off a planned visit of hers (it is usually overly long and not very useful) and agreed to get whatever she wanted to show me in written form. Phew!
And now the day is almost over, I missed all my programmes on TV for one reason or another, and there won't be anything else to watch in the evening because the stupid TV Paprika stopped showing Paul Hollywood's Pies and Puds, even though we have barely had half the series. *is royally pissed*
Well... at least I got to meet my girls. That makes up for the rest of the day.
