Grocery shopping this morning...the shop was virtually empty so it was easy enough. I met Elsie whom I've known for years...we had a long chat by the yoghurts. Elsie and I have absolutely nothing whatsoever in common...she is a very strict Baptist, home-schooled all her four children and has never celebrated Christmas...but we meet up every so often and just talk and talk and talk...and laugh. She has a great sense of humour...
The bag packers were collecting to raise money for children in Africa to be vaccinated...I dodged putting any money in the tub 'cos I'm uncertain about vaccination anyway...for some diseases certainly, but not for everything and the woman who packed my bags put heavy stuff on top of my Brie so now it's all squashed and she put a bag of frozen peas right on top of the Brillo pads...I'd have stopped her but Imelda was chatting away nineteen to the dozen about decorating her tree...apparently her teenage daughters almost came to blows over which bauble was going where...
The section where the drinks are on display is heaving...mostly with bottle of Baileys, which is one of the worst possible drinks ever invented...there's a mint chocolate flavour...and there wasn't any decent Sherry so I bought a bottle of A Winter's Tale which says it's dry...it's the only time of the year I ever drink Sherry and I wanted some to dose the trifle with as well...
People were stuffing their trolleys full of wine and cans of beer and lager...and the Whiskey...goodness gracious...the Whiskey distilleries must be rubbing their hands with joy, so much is sold for the holiday period.
I spent a little while in my shed when we came home...read the instructions for putting those fearsome snap fasteners onto a bag and it wasn't making much sense so I've left doing it until tomorrow...but the bag is otherwise finished and looks grand...to me anyway. I'll make a couple more like that I think.
The weather? Totally foul...high winds and driving rain. A hunkering down with a book evening methinks.