It was horrible!
The journey wasn’t too bad until we were about 2 miles out, then traffic was getting busy coming in the opposite direction. I was glad I wasn’t driving as the potholes are now craters.
The plan was to park up and go to the bank, then the three supermarkets. I had a list of what we needed, and where to get it so felt pretty organised.
We couldn’t park where we’d hoped, nor in any of the side roads, so ended up going round the block and coming back down the high street. Luckily, we found a disabled spot and put Hubby’s badge up. The bank was empty, so no fighting to get in or trying to socially distance from a queue to use the machine where I can do transfers and also check for any pending payments in or out. Everything was as it should be.
From there we went into a home store for some first aid dressings and digestion mixture for Hubby. What was blazingly apparent was the number of visitors to the town, none wearing masks or socially distancing, crowding everyone else, and generally being a*holes.
No-one gave way to anyone on the pavements, and with two groups coming towards us, we ended up walking in the busy road to get back to the car.
The car park of the first supermarket was full, in fact, it was the busiest we’d ever known it so we drove out again.
We went to the next one, parked up quite close but had to queue to go in. The girl on the door had a face as long as next week, so we stunned her by asking about her day and made her smile. We didn’t need much, but they’ve had a change-around so we had to really look for what we wanted. The store was packed and people were forever getting in the way. I couldn’t stop to scan the shelves without someone trying to ram me up the backside with their laden trolley, or mow me down as I turned a corner. Getting to the checkout was like Le Mans, but we found a short queue so joined that. The person in front of us was a ditherer, but eventually she collected her bags and ours could be scanned. Not a happy bunny cashier as he’d had a fall on his coffee break, cut his head, had a black eye and a headache. He was hoping he’d be sent home, but at least we left him with a smile on his face.
Next up was getting fuel, and that was easy………… until we went to pay and the machine wouldn’t dispense a receipt. The girl ran off a duplicate, except it wasn’t ours, so there was a bit of a kerfuffle, and she ended up confirming the amount of fuel and cost on the wrong receipt in case there was a problem later.
Final shop, and another nightmare of people with no masks, many hogging the aisles or shelf access, and stocks very low. Luckily though not for what we wanted. The checkouts were all busy so we had to queue, but our guy was quick and efficient, so it didn’t take long.
Overall, we spent about £60 and that has stocked us up for January. My freezer is full as are the cupboards. The planned lunch was postponed until tomorrow as we didn’t get home until after 2pm so our meal wouldn’t have been ready until 3 ish, way too late for Hubby’s digestion.
We’d invited our neighbour in for a cuppa, but a friend of hers died this morning, so she declined. Then she heard that another friend had died on Boxing Day, a lady in our street who we knew slightly, so we told her to come in anyway rather than be on her own. She stayed for about an hour.
The big news of course is that we are now in Tier 4 in respect of the virus.
I am just glad we decided to do our shopping today rather than tomorrow, because it is more than likely that the shelves have now been stripped by panic buyers. We have just two things left to get, and that is bread and frozen fish, which hopefully we can pick up tomorrow when Hubby has his INR. If not, tough.