I continued the cleaning jag. Cleared out the shelves in the kitchen – the ones that are in the corner beside the fridge, and behind the bin, so hardly get looked at. Emptied out many many bottles of beer that was *years* past its sell by date.
Removed guff from kitchen floor, set Roomba going, took empty beer bottles and other assorted junk to the tip. Came back via Bedminster, called into opticians to get new glasses adjusted. How come they’re always fine when you leave the optician, then immediately become too loose?
Popped into Asda and bought assorted plastic boxes, things for the organising of. And turkey mince for Iggy – he is very fond of it, and so must have it. Tried their self-scanning checkout. Gave up in despair as it is so slow.
Came home, sorted herbs and spices into small baskets, and spare herbs and spices into large baskets. Washed kitchen floor. Cooked small (by our standards) fry up – bacon, black pudding, mushrooms, beans, fried egg, accompanied by toasted soda farls.
Slobbed for the rest of the afternoon – some crap television, then a long soak in the bath. Then off to the Legion for the monthly pub quiz. No, we didn’t win.
Tried their self-scanning checkout. Gave up in despair as it is so slow.
They have this in the otherwise deeply civilised Sainsbury’s in Canterbury. They also have someone whose sole job, so far as I can see, is to stand there ready to help anyone who is struggling with it. The scary thing is, there is clearly a need for that person to be there all the time. Which would personally tell me that it would be a lot quicker to have a quick-service till.
Although they may only need one person for 4 or so tills. I don’t use them on a)principle, b)’cos I break them the couple of times I did try one and c)when I have tried they also get upset when I drop my rucksack in to the bagging area (‘cos it’s what I pack my shopping in to, they think I want another carrier?) and thus confuse it all to heck…