Dorothy Poole put the kettle on watching Twix in the communal garden. He was such a good cat, she was glad Jerry had allowed him to stay with her after Jean died.
Of course she missed Tom, but Twix was such a delight in so many other ways.
It was cold today, but the heating was working OK and she’d put a couple of extra blankets on the bed just in case.
Twix came in looking like a caramel swiss roll where he’d been frolicking in the snow.
She wrapped him a towel to warm him through, then set down his breakfast while she ate her toast.
It was the usual routine, but she was getting anxious at not being able to get out to do her shopping. She only went out once a week to collect her pension and stock up with a few basics. Her shopping trolley was one of the last things Ted gave her, but it was a godsend for trundling back the heavy or bulky items from the local store.
She wasn’t running out of anything, but her cupboards were lighter than she’d like, though she was sensible not to skimp on her meals or hot drinks.
She sat down to make a list of what she’d need, and looked across at the trolley thinking it would take two or more trips to get everything. There was no way she was going out today.
A knock at the door an hour or so later was most welcome as because she hadn’t gone out, she hadn’t seen anyone either.
She almost didn’t recognise the warden in his get up as he resembled a pregnant yeti with all his layers, woolly hat, thick gloves and heavy boots.
‘Hi, Mrs Poole,’ he said. ‘ Just checking in to make sure you’re OK. Can’t have one of my favourite residents thinking I’m shirking my duty!’
‘Hi Jerry,’ she smiled. ‘Come on in. I’ll make tea.’
‘Thank you. I could do with some’.
‘I’m sorry I haven’t got any biscuits and I haven’t baked for a while.’
‘That’s OK. I’ve brought a treat for you for a change.’
Bringing the tea things in on a tray, Dorothy eyed the sticky pastries in the box with unhidden glee.
‘My favourite! How did you know?’
‘Just guessed really. Anyway, in all this bad weather, any excuse for a sugar fix. Dig in!’
Dorothy selected a maple pecan danish, and savoured every mouthful.
‘Glorious,’ she said wiping her fingers on her apron. ‘Thank you!’
Jerry stood up and started to unpack the box of groceries.
‘I thought that was yours.’ she said.
‘No, I was in the supermarket and thought I’d pick up a few basics for the residents who can’t get out to shop. I know it’s probably not your preferred brands or anything, but I’ve got you some teabags, bread, honey, milk, butter, baked beans, some fresh fruit and veg.’
He looked up and grinned ‘ I hope you like bananas, they were on special offer,’
Then continued ‘Tuna fish,’ another grin, ‘Gingernut biscuits, jam, sugar, some packet soup, eggs, coffee, bacon and a couple of chicken breasts. Oh, I also got some toilet rolls and cat food for Twix. He seemed to like this when I had him overnight.’
Dorothy was over the moon as it replenished her stores considerably and she wouldn’t have to worry now.
‘You’re a star, Jerry. Thank you so much. How much do I owe you?’
‘I haven’t worked it out yet, but don’t worry about it now. I’ll let you know later.’
‘Now,’ he said clapping his hands, making Twix stir and stare at him lazily.
‘ Any more tea in that pot? There’s two more pastries here that need a good home!’