"I'll just pop down to Mumbles before it rains," I said.
Unfortunately it turned out that everyone in the surrounding area thought the same thing. I had to drive around and around until I found a parking space in a back street far away from everything. By which time it had started raining.
Fortunately it was very fine rain and stopped quickly. I walked to the butcher's and asked about some beef we'd decided to have for Christmas dinner. He said he could vacuum-pack it for me so I wouldn't have to brave the crowds picking up turkey closer to the day.
Unfortunately it turned out that I didn't have my purse with me. I could see it where I'd left it on the kitchen counter. I asked the butcher to put it to one side and I'd come back with my purse.
Fortunately the butcher must have recognised me as he said I could take the meat and phone in to pay. I could have hugged him. I think he could tell I was getting stressed as I stopped and told myself to take a deep breath. He was very trusting: he only asked my name, didn't even take a phone number.
Unfortunately I couldn't do any of the other things I'd planned in Mumbles - they all needed money - so I came home and phoned in to pay.
Fortunately I did see a couple of lovely golden retrievers, though they were on the opposite side of the road so I didn't get to stroke them.
So all's well, and as I told myself as I marched back to the car, "You've got to laugh."
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| Harvey from 2007 |
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| George from 2022 |
6 comments:
That butcher was an angel in disguise!
Too many things going on in your life. Thank goodness for people who trust.
Such great memories of George. Glad the butcher was so trusting!
Everything in life goes better if you can laugh about it.
Spam, yet again? Very few of my comments stay published. After a while they're swept up.
If you had retrievers, they could have gone back to retrieve your purse.
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