This hospital lark is bloody expensive!
Hubby has already bought me my sports bras for thirty notes, I got two button down tops for £12, and a pair of smaller sized jogging trousers for less than a fiver.
Reading some of the supportive comments since my diagnosis, we went shopping today for something else.
It was a nightmare, not because of shopping, but because of PAYING.
The shop’s card paying system crashed, and in the end, they had to reboot it, which they said would take about 10 minutes.
We couldn’t even go and have a cup of coffee, despite having cash, as the entire system was down, and no-one could open a till, let alone process anything.
Staff were hurrying between the checkout queues with tubs of chocolates to pacify heated customers, and when things did start up again, we discovered we were in the queue from hell.
The first woman was so slow, paint dried quicker.
The second was a guy stocking up on booze and had to have all ten of the bottles in his cart overwritten and approved separately amidst the rest of his shopping.
The third was a Mum experienced in getting through the task quickly, putting items that weren’t recognised by the bar coder to one side and everything that was out of the way. The assistant came and sorted out the rejected items, and she was done and dusted in about 10 minutes.
The lad in front of us was a nervous wreck. I don’t think it helped that Hubby was gnashing his teeth in frustration and considerable pain having to stand up in one place for so long, and I was fascinated as to the number of tins of mackerel, lumps of cheese, cans of coke, crisps and other goodies he was processing. His total bill was almost £70.
Hurrah, it was us next, and we had a plan. The garments were off the hangers, our own bags waiting in the wings, and we were off.
Scan, Scan, Scan, Scan, no problem.
Dog food…………”cashier’s assistance required” a disembodied voice announced.
A very harassed young lady came to our aid, flashed her card then hurried off to the next customer, just as a box of tea bags was tossed over someone’s shoulder who’d had enough and stormed out.
It had taken us just 10 minutes to select our purchases but over an hour in the queue to pay for them.
Hubby is a gem, and has footed the bill (again), this time fifty smackeroonies.
I now have a nice fluffy pair of slippers, two zip up tops with hoods and long sleeves and a Starsky Cardy.
The latter has no buttons or zips, and is just a wrap around, but it is thick and warm, easy to get on and off, and I can wear it over the zip tops when I go to the hospital for follow-up appointments and examinations.
Even better is that I will wear them anyway, so the money hasn’t been wasted.
Funny how Hubby has got his way afterall about buying me a new wardrobe!
No images in this post I’m afraid as we’re having problems with our wifi server again and I’m trying to get my posts in before it all goes off again.