well, that’s the main food shop done – Sainsburys was remarkably unhorrible, and there wasn’t even a queue at the checkout.
all I have to do now, shops wise, is pick up the goose on Friday, and do a veg shop then. Oh, and pick up the wine from the off-licence. The freezers are stacked to the gunwhales, and I’m about to go and do some baking in a moment, while perlmonger puts the lights up.
and we now, officially, have three weeks off from customer-facing work, although I bet they’ve all forgotten that we’re on holiday.
I’m beginning to feel quite festive, in an odd sort of fashion …
Sainsburys was remarkably unhorrible, and there wasn’t even a queue at the checkout.
Not unhorrble, but full of stupid shelf-stackers, parking trolleys in places where they could get in the way when a little more thought and moving the trolleys a foot or so would solve everything. What I really want to do is to get my hands on the cretin who built the wine in boxes mountain smack in the entranceway to the supermarket, providing a narrow passage perfect for little old ladies to stop suddenly in and thus snarl up the entire supermarket. Checkouts mysteriously queue-free, like I actually had a choice! So I went to see Reg, who is perpetually in trouble for not speeding items through at 17 per minute, but who is by far the most civil experience in the entire place.
Sainsbury’s had also run out of vacuum-packed chestnuts and no longer stocks juniper berries in the severely truncated herb and spice department. Am torn between going to Morrisons/Tescos and leaving them out of the terrine. May well do the latter. This, I suppose, is the pay-off for the restitution of polenta!