Mother Hubbard

I quite like shopping.

There, I’ve said it.

Out loud.

 

Of course, that’s only if certain conditions are met:

  1. I’m on my own
  2. I know what I want to get.

Which I usually do.

I always do the weekly food shopping, for instance, and I don’t even mind doing that.

It normally takes me about an hour on a Saturday morning. Unless, for some reason, Mrs M decides she wants to come along. In which case, it’s going to take twice as long.

And cost twice as much.

But, on my own, I can whizz round.¬† I don’t make a list, I just go up each and every aisle, remembering what I need as I go and grabbing anything that’s on special offer.

I have my regular bit of banter with Hazel and Carole on the Deli counter, and Suzanne knows exactly what to make for me when I approach the pizza section. “The usual? It’ll be ten minutes.”

And if I have time, I’ll start the whole process¬† with a cup of tea and a toasted teacake in the cafeteria, first.

Shopping. What’s not to like?

Tell me.

7 Comments

  1. Alan

    If you like it that much you can come and do ours. I will even pay for the cuppa.

    • Masher

      It’ll cost you more than a cuppa!

  2. Brennig

    Sam does the shopping. On her phone. It’s an app thing called Ocado. Then Graham nips around and delivers it in the watermelon (or whatever)

    • Masher

      Yeah, OK if you don’t mind substitutions.
      Graham’s a good bloke though.

  3. Toffeeapple

    I loathe shopping, in all its forms. The reason is, I don’t like being near a lot of people.

    • Masher

      Sounds like you need to have a word with Graham.

      • Toffeeapple

        Possibly – I like the idea of travelling in a watermelon though.

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