Dropped Off

Nope, nothing to do with Rory’s latest Not MY Verse poem I participated in yesterday about insomnia, but the 24 hour Gizmo Monitor has been dropped off at the hospital with the minimum of fuss and NIL in the car parking charges. Now we wait.

Deciding to make a morning of it, we got fuel as we have a long trip to the dentist for me on Monday. Just a filling, but the mouth will be numb so I won’t be able to eat which could work in my favour at weigh in later in the day (or I could try this) !
Anyway, we had originally intended to get cheese from one of the major supermarkets that doesn’t have an outlet locally and pay a visit to the Arts and Crafts shop en route then, but as we were in close proximity of both this morning, we went shopping.
I got two slabs of cheese and a few other bits then went back to the car. Hubby needed to walk as his legs were hurting due to sitting too long, so I stayed with Maggie and people watched.

I cannot recall ever feeling so vulnerable and nervous as I did sitting there today.
I know you should never judge a book by its cover, but there were some pretty shady people coming and going. They were dirty, unkempt, and some dressed in rags, although that does tend to be the fashion these days I suppose.
A scruffy man went by shouting at himself, but at least didn’t engage with anyone else.
Two women, both twice my size though considerably younger, walked past wearing the skimpiest of skirts and tops, one having bright blue hair. Had it been clean, it was actually quite a nice colour!

The car next to me housed a family (I think) and the teenage son and his mother went inside the store leaving an older couple in the vehicle. Their language was awful and loud.
The two came out with a laden trolley and proceeded to load their purchases into large carrier bags by the entrance. The woman was very methodical, putting all the cold stuff in one and packets in another whilst her son did the same with boxes and bread.
I saw several boxes of cereal, 6 pizzas, a stack of ready made meals and desserts, yoghurts, chocolates,  margarine, and umpteen cakes of varying party size so maybe it was somebody’s birthday.
‘Dad’ in the car was not impressed asking if it was for the f*****g month.
‘Mum’ outside said it was for a f*****g week, not that it was any of his f*****g business as he didn’t have to f*****g pay for it.
Mother and son loaded up the back of the car and got in, slamming the doors as they did so. In a haze of E-vapour, they drove away.
Hubby came back then, and as we were trying to reverse out of the car parking space, we were nearly taken out by a 4 x 4, a mobility scooter, and a guy pushing a trolley whilst texting on his mobile and not looking where he was going. I was glad to be on our way.

The Arts and Crafts store doesn’t seem to do as much in the card making line as I remember. This one isn’t as big as the ones in Lincoln, Boston or Cheltenham, and even they had reduced stock. I spent over £60 in the Lincoln store when I first started card making!
I got a pack of 50 square cream cards, a couple of sheets of corner stickers and a pack of glitter papers. The posh stuff was £3.99 for 8 A4 sheets, but I didn’t want that much so nearly came away with glitter card which were the same size for £1.99. Then I saw a small pack of 20 embossed glittery papers in different colours for £1 which would do perfectly for what I wanted.

Dinner today was planned as a meat free meal, the preferred favourite of my sweet ginger and pineapple sauce with rice.
I’d bought some fresh pineapple, mango and melon so thought I’d save on syns by using fresh rather than tinned so I could have 50g of ice cream later (6 syns).
I threw in some peppers, carrots and mushrooms, and although it was nice, we missed the tang of the juice as I use that rather than water for the mix. I don’t use vinegar now since that seems to aggravate Hubby’s reflux.
This afternoon has been spent watching the 2014 original Kingsman movie as a twin pack was on special offer for a fiver. It’s been a while since we sat down together to watch a film.
Come tea time, I only had four syns left for my day and didn’t fancy more fruit. I settled for a piece of toast which completed my quota and topped it with slices of tomato and Baby Bel Mini cheese which counted as my secondary A option.


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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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5 Responses to Dropped Off

  1. You didn’t say where the shop was that you went to, but I suppose you have to be careful everywhere you go. I feel much safer in the UK than here in South Africa. I have never counted calories like this – I am not sure what syns are but assume it is a dietary measure for food that you mustn’t exceed. It sounds like hard work but hopefully it works.

    • Syns is the equivalent of ‘points’ for WW I think, so the yummy but bad stuff like chocolate and cakes all attract a syn value.
      I can have 15 a day, but when you think a 45g bar of chocolate is upwards of 10, or a belgian bun is 19 and a half compared to a jam doughnut which has 10, you can see how they mount up.
      SW is working for me again, and I’m not hungry as there are so many things you don’t have to weigh and they don’t calorie count. I do my shopping in a variety of supermarkets, but although they sell a nice mature cheddar in one here, it doesn’t grate well and goes like soap, so is useless for my tomato pasta topping or on spag bols. I am buying a lot of fruit, but trying to cut down as it’s so expensive. Once you get into the swing of how it all works and comes together though, it’s not too bad at all.

  2. Sadje says:

    You see these shady types almost everywhere. The trick is to keep away and side step them.

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