Saturday, December 06, 2025

On the verge

I search for running socks: plenty of choice.

Running socks with toes: bit more limited.

Brightly-coloured running socks with toes: not that many.

Brightly-coloured running socks with toes available in Italy: one. 

Brightly-coloured running socks with toes available in Italy that come in the right size: none.

You see why I am on the verge?

Husband emerges briefly from his little room where he is playing computer games. I tell him of my woes. He says, "You think that's bad? My lesbian girlfriend just told me she's pregnant." (Husband is a teenage lesbian in The Last of Us part 2.)

This called for chocolate. 

There are a lot of reasons I wish Younger Son and Nuora hadn't moved to Italy; this is just a seasonal one.

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I didn't have time to cook dinner yesterday thanks to my last minute theatre trip so I called into a supermarket on the way home to pick up a ready meal. I opted for a Meal Deal Special: main, side, dessert, and drink. There were no bottles of wine in the section so I asked an assistant if they were hidden somewhere else. He went off to the warehouse to check.

While I was waiting I glanced at the cooking instructions and realised the meal I had picked would take 40 minutes to cook. We'd already be eating late; that was a bit much. I wanted to put the meal back and get pizza instead but didn't like the thought of the man coming back and finding me gone. So I waited and hoped he'd not be able to find any wine so I'd be justified in putting it back.

He found the wine.

So I thanked him, put it in my basket, and went away. 

I strolled around a few aisles and then crept back, making sure the man wasn't around before I returned the Meal Deal to the shelf and got pizza instead. Then I saw him at hte end of the aisle and had to run away again quickly.

This is my life now it seems. Hiding from shop assistants, contemplating buying donkey ears, and wondering if I should take my own fire-lighter to church tomorrow.

The Maltesers are out.

But here are George and Harvey keeping watch.


Explanation: our Harvey was named after the invisible rabbit in the film of that name. 


1 comment:

Boud said...

I'd like video of the supermarket caper. Come to think of it you're probably on their surveillance tape already.