Stuck in an anticyclonic tango with bad health and bad weather.
Miserable outside... miserable inside.
Not even the chance of watching a hitherto unseen movie or playing a video game could lift my dank spirits today.
More of the same antibiotics... more of the same alarm bells signalling mealtimes.....
I decided I'd fix myself a nice big pan of stew, the ultimate comfort food, but of course, when I got there the cupboards were indeed bare. In order that this poorly dog shouldn't have none, I decided to get dressed and head on out for supplies.
I picked a suitable gap in the rain and made a dash for the car. To my surprise, something you can never really gauge from your armchair caught me unawares, and I found it was actually quite warm outside. Warm to the extent that the road was actually beginning to steam.
I set off in one direction, changed my mind, took a detour, got stuck in some traffic lights and ended up at a local Aldi. Now I've nothing against Aldi, but I find that you need to prepare yourself for a visit when you decide to go there.....
a) I've got no change.... not one single coin.... no trolley and they don't have hand baskets at Aldi either.
b) No shopping bags. Usually I carry a few bags in the car for such emergencies. I'm a big fan of reusing bags and we have a plethora of jute and canvas bags for such occasions. Not today though.
c) Car parking.... whenever I go to Aldi there's never a car parking space and I had to do two circuits of the car park turning round by the recycling bins at one point before I finally parked in the loading bay!
Ok so I've parked. I can't get a trolley. I've got no bags.
First thing on the list.... bread. I pick up a cheap brown sliced loaf. Then on to the fruit and veg section, picking up a tin of tomatoes on the way.
It's about this time that my lack of energy due to lack of food decides to kick in and I get that unmistakable shuddery feeling inside, which I presume is low blood sugar or something.
So, a family pack of mushrooms..... a turnip... some potatoes.... some carrots..... some onions..... by now the loaf is getting slightly squashed...... I put the turnip in my jacket pocket, like some weird shoplifter and carry on..... to the till..... feeling like I could faint for lack of nourishment at any given moment.
It's turning into a weird episode of Double or Drop (if anyone's old enough to remember that Crackerjack classic?).
To add insult to my injury in this unpleasant shopping experience.... I have to pay three pence for a carrier bag. On the plus side, I DO remember to take the turnip out of my pocket and I don't get charged with shoplifting.
I DID forget to buy Greek yoghurt - and that scuppers my plans for teatime tomorrow.....
I think I will go to Morrison's next time..... Stew is finally cooking away as we speak.
