"I'm off to Lidl and I'm only getting ten quid's worth of stuff to tide us over till after payday. My mother needs cat food so I'll drop some off to her on the way home. Get the ….."
"..... bin bags ready. Yes John. I know."
"Sorry if my being responsible is so predictable and such a bore for you, Daisy."
"Why are you so damn snappy all the time?"
"Could it possibly be down to the fact that my wife has suddenly become so damn devious?" he said, grabbing the car keys.
"I told you. I'll speak to Rosie later."
"Not really the point."
"I forgot to say - let your mother know that there's someone dodgy hanging around her area. Sarah said she'd seen something about a weird bloke on Facebook."
"Jesus! What's wrong with people?"
I took a long swig of coffee and a deep breath …….
Text to Rosie:
Hi. Sorry to bring it up but when are you gonna be able to pay back the money you owe me? A bit strapped myself.
Text From Rosie:
Please don't start making demands Daisy!
Well that was that then. I tried.
Wiping down the contents of the two carrier bags that John had brought home, I realised that it was gonna feel like a long wait till payday. He'd come home in a right state, having had to follow someone with a walking frame around the one way system of Lidl. He explained that at all times, the rule was that you had to stay behind a bit of tape that marked out your own two metre section. It had therefore been the most horrendously slow process as the person in question had taken six or seven minutes to select a bottle of brown sauce alone (and there were only two brands available). As he'd awaited a decision on that brown sauce, someone in the next aisle along had started coughing violently. John was trapped in his own two metre section with only a shelf of tinned soup between himself and the cougher. It was quite an ordeal by the sounds. I tried to lighten the mood by joking, "So you're a coughin' dodger," but I think my timing was off. Too soon perhaps!
As he scrubbed away the last traces of the outside world upstairs in the bathroom, I pondered - was it wrong that I was secretly happy about John's traumatic shopping trip? Knowing John as I did, this would most certainly put him off going for a while, which, looking at the paltry selection of groceries he expected us to survive on, could only be a good thing.
UPDATE:
As it stands, I have reluctantly agreed not to use our Debit card until the weekend. We have:
- No wine!
- One medium sized bar of economy chocolate
- A worryingly small supply of coffee
- Lots of tinned goods (all cheap brands that I've NEVER heard of)
- Did I mention?? No bloody wine!!
This is when Lockdown gets really miserable.😞
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