Urgh! Shopping in our town of choice was HORRIBLE!!!
Where to start as it all went pretty downhill after we stopped for a potty break!
Some guy in a council flatbed had parked across the access point to my ‘pet’ so we had to swing wide to avoid him and park elsewhere.
There were about half a dozen cars already parked up and her ladyship had to bounce through the long grass, didn’t she!! Still, she did the deed and we continued on our way, only to find Mr Flatbed had moved and was now chatting to a colleague in another vehicle coming into the picnic area, thus blocking the road both ways. We waited…………..
In town, we were checking out a potential new dentist. Not that we have any problems with our lovely new lady but she is over 35 miles away, so that equates to a 70 mile round trip to spend nearly £50 on a check up.
This surgery was recommended by our neighbour and easy enough to find. The door was locked and labelled, so I tried to ring them but my phone wouldn’t register the call. I cleared down all the messages and call logs (unable to do That One of course), stood outside the surgery and managed to connect.
Yes they would be taking on NHS clients, but not at the moment as they are trying to deal with the backlog of their existing patients. As they aren’t doing routine checkups just now,
she took our names and phone number with the promise to call us when they’d caught up.
From there it was a visit to the building society.
Savings interest rates are a pittance, and at .25 of one per cent (ie. 25p for every one hundred pounds in the account for a full twelve month period), I wanted to see if there was anything better. After standing in the queue for ten minutes listening to the witching and bitching behind me of others also having to wait, I was eventually allowed inside to wait in another queue for a cashier to become free.
Hm. Seems I am on the best rate I can expect for an instant access account, so another reason to spend instead of save, hence Hubby’s shed, the pending lawn mower and a new laptop for me, if not both of us.
On to actual shopping then.
The streets were busy with queues, especially into banks, long. Social distancing has gone for a bucket of chalk, few people are wearing masks like us, and tempers were frayed.
Nowhere open had anything I wanted, like a frame for our jigsaw, or an academic diary (July to June rather than January to December). I asked about diaries in one shop and was pointed in the direction of polystyrene party ware. Close.
I was able to go into the first supermarket with a cheery wave from the door lady. Last of the big spenders, I bought cereal, bread, an apple (I put the kiwis back as in a different light, I could see they were bruised on one side) and gravy granules.
Next shop was for Maggie’s food and Hubby’s turn. The shelves were bare of ALL varieties, meaty chunks, mixed with biscuits, adult food or puppy food, by this manufacturer.
We tried somewhere who’d had it on special offer a couple of years ago, but don’t stock it anymore though Hubby got us a bath mat to stop Maggie sliding all over the place when we give her a shower.
This meant we had to go into the T word.
We hate the T word, every little helps them and they have no consideration for their patrons other than taking their money (we voted with our feet in Poole over the extension behind us and they lost £400 pm of our custom as we used to get fuel for both cars and DVDs there as well as food).
Hubby was almost rammed by someone going the wrong way with their trolley, who demanded he move out of his way. Hubby didn’t budge, and neither did the customer behind him, so Mr I-wanna-get-where-you-are had to follow the arrows and do an about face. He was not happy, and Hubby and his ally continued to shop.
In the pet food section, the shelves were empty of chicken chunks, but the rep of the company was re-stocking them (he had a badge) so Hubby asked him what was going on.
It would appear that because the staff of a chicken factory has been badly hit by the coronavirus, stocks are unable to be supplied to outlets accordingly, be it dog food manufacturers or fresh to supermarkets.
Note: anything to do with chicken Guys is in for a price hike!!!
Hubby thus came away with a bag of beef meaty chunks for Madam’s dinner, which we had tried her on before, but she wasn’t keen. Sorry girl, needs must and that’s all there is.
I have about a third of a bag of chicken left (plus a full one which I’m keeping in reserve for now) so I can mix in the beef. I did that this evening, cutting both flavours up (if there is in fact any difference in taste despite it being ‘more red’ than the chicken) and putting them in a separate dish with some chicken gravy. It’s all gone, so at least I know she’s had something substantial to eat today.
The final shop was me, and I spent another tenner on beans, frozen wedges, mixed veg, dried apricots for my breakfast, cheese, a chicken korma for Hubby’s dinner and a salad box for me.
We couldn’t wait to get home as it’s been one of the most stressful shopping days we’ve ever had, post or pre virus.