It’s just gone five o’clock in the afternoon and I have only just accessed my blog.
Our day started with overcast skies, but really mild. So much so that the heating has not clicked on at all as when we got back from our field trip (more in a minute, I know you can’t wait LOL), the rads were cold, but the house still cosy. I can honestly say we have never known a property so economical to run.
After breakfast, we set off to drop Hubby’s BP readings in to our lady GP as she had requested he monitor them for two weeks. He started taking the garlic capsules again on Sunday and his BP has dropped significantly. This is a relief as it was one less thing to worry about.
From there we went to the bank and I am glad to say they owe us, not the other way around. Then to the real reason for our field trip today………….. graters.
I currently have one of these, which is OK, but I am finding it increasingly difficult to hold and grate with my arthritis.
Hubby treated me to one of these a little while ago which was equally OK to start with, but whether it was our cheese of choice or the angle of dangle, it was like trying to grate soap as it just stuck to the holding part and cutting cylinder.
So today we went shopping for an old school grater and turned up trumps for the princely sum of two quid.
This is one like my Mum had, with four different ‘grades’ of grating so can be used for veg as well as cheese, with the grated results being caught neatly in the tower. I could have had a catchment pot on the bottom for an extra four pounds, but hey, what are plates for?
We also needed a new box file for our paperwork as the one we have is bulging so we need to divide it up. No problems, and for £4.50, I got exactly what we wanted.
We decided to get Hubby some yogurt and more soups from the Co-op so that meant a trip to a specific store. I can’t get my head round the fact that certain branches of certain shops only stock certain varieties of certain things. Thus, the flavoured yogurt of choice is only available in one store, which just happens to be in the next town. Not a problem, as the soups Hubby got for himself yesterday were from the Co-op, so I thought I’d get some more for him.
Argh!! Yogurts, tick. Soup? Four for the price of three, tick BUT, not the flavour Hubby can tolerate, PLUS in this branch, the tins were £1.05 each compared to £1. So, it was pay for yogurt, then drive up to our own Co-op to purchase oxtail soup on special.
An old lady was looking all forlorn by the biscuits, and asked if I worked there. I was wearing my yellow jacket, and some people think I’m security. I apologised and said I didn’t but was she OK?
She said she was looking for shampoo, and again I had to say sorry I didn’t know where it was as I don’t usually shop there. There is a one way system in operation, so once you go past certain aisles, technically you cannot back track, but I told her to hang on and I’d go and have a look. I found shampoo on the detergent aisle, and beckoned her over, keeping my distance. I told her they were at the bottom of that aisle on the right, and she thanked me for my time. No problem for me, happy to help.
Off on the hunt for tinned soups now, as the ‘SPECIAL’ stack by the bread counter didn’t have oxtail, so I had to find the shelves with all varieties. Not many left actually, so I bought 4 and Hubby now has a week’s supply.
It’s actually been a good day so far, and we’re off for a walk now. Not too far, just around the block, but short walks to start so that we can gradually build up Hubby’s strength again.