Because whats-his-face delivered some hay this morning we went grocery shopping this afternoon and it was pure madness...the shop was stuffed with people ...most of them standing about chatting so I was forever nudging them with my trolley and saying...Umm...excuse me...as I reached over their trolley full of frozen chips and extra large pepperoni pizzas to get to a jar of coffee or a bag of sugar...
I'm an appalling snob when it comes to the contents of other peoples trolleys...if I see a Pot Noodle I shudder in horror...tins of mushy peas make me feel slightly queasy and bottles of fizzy 'pop' have me looking at whoever is pushing the trolley with something akin to plain scorn...white sliced bread has the same effect actually...and as for tubs of cheap margarine don't even think of going there...
Once Luke was old enough to be left at home when we went away for a weekend, I used to put frozen Cheesy Pancakes under a loaf of wholemeal bread in case I met anyone I knew...Brendan was a devil for Pot Noodles though...he would eat them until the cows came home, so they were squirrelled away under a head of broccoli...and Teresa did exactly the same with her lad Shaun...she'd hide the packets of beefburgers and cans of Red Bull under a bag of organic flour...
The very polite young man was serving on the butchers counter today...he's tall and thin and tells you to have 'a grand weekend so'...as he hands over three small slices of bloody lambs liver and half a pound of rashers. Don't ever ask for a pound of bacon in Ireland 'cos you'll get a lump of dead pig...you have to ask for rashers if you want it sliced up and not looking much like meat....and chicken breasts are chicken fillets...I know they are the breasts of chicken but you'll get odd looks if that's what you ask for...
The cheese section is totally hopeless...you can have red cheddar or white cheddar...or dinky little packets of ready shredded white cheddar or red cheddar...sometimes there'll be goats cheese and about once in a blue moon there might be terribly thin and very expensive pieces of Edam...so I just snatch up the largest piece of white cheddar which doesn't taste of anything in particular even though it says it's been matured for six months...I think they're lying actually, but what do I know...
There wasn't anything exciting in the non-food items apart from those stinky candles in glass jars that don't burn down properly, but I did get a big bag of bird peanuts for my feeders and a craft magazine that had several pieces of felt and ribbons as a 'free gift'...like I need any more felt or ribbons if it comes to it...but I tend to think of the future when they'll come in useful for some project...
It was lovely and sunny when we came home, so I wandered down our street and picked another bowlful of blackberries...they've gone into the freezer to join the rest for making another batch of wine...the blackberry whiskey smells absolutely gorgeous actually...it's awful tempting to have just a little taste...
Himself is beginning to fidget to get his laptop back and I need to think about supper...