This is going to sound a lot worse than it actually is, but I awoke on the floor of the lounge, my back and neck in absolute agony. I had a foot up my butt and Pringles down my bra.
Last night, after a couple of movies, the kids had brought all of their pillows and duvets downstairs and we'd camped in the lounge. Perhaps it was the fact that it was a Tuesday night that made it feel naughty and irreverent. The wine was definitely a factor of course.
It became clear that we needed to venture out to shop when I had to resort to Pop Tarts for breakfast. I dared not look at the expiry date on the packet as I dug them out from the back of the cupboard, having a sneaky suspicion that they didn't even make Pop Tarts any more. Well, they wouldn't kill us would they?
We face-timed my parents late morning who looked like they were living the dream. Their Sainsburys delivery had arrived and they were already on the Prosecco and strawberries. What was going on with people these days? Day 9 of Lockdown and it was like all bets were off now. Everyone was just doing what the hell they wanted! Under normal circumstances, my parents would be looking after two of my twin sister's crazy kids on a Wednesday - the youngest two (who are the worst of the lot) - so under the circumstances, it was probably understandable that they'd be popping corks. "Don't you worry about us, darling," my mum said. "We're doing a house party with the Whites in ten minutes!"
Wtaf!
John's mother, thankfully, also had a delivery - a package made up of essentials had been brought to her door by kind volunteers from a local church group. She was especially thrilled as it even contained a 4 pack of Andrex. Unfortunately, it didn't contain cat food and she was down to the last tin. I carefully picked my moment that afternoon to broach the subject. "I think it's best if I do the shopping this time." That made him look up from his damn phone, didn't it?"
"Daisy, I don't think you realise what you're suggesting."
"I've thought it through, John. I'm not gonna let you change my mind."
"But Daisy, if you're not going to rethink this for me then at least do it for the kids."
"I need to do this for me, John. I need to get out of these joggers, put a decent pair of jeans on, maybe some make up. I need to breathe new air, just for an hour or so. And anyway, I do most of the bloody cooking around here and put up with most of the whining when there's nothing decent in the cupboards."
"That's all well and good but out there it's ….. scary. It's …….."
"I've thought it through John. I'll set my alarm tonight. I'm gonna be up and at the supermarket by 8 am. Please don't try to talk me out of it. My mind's made up!"
So, after a dinner of McCain Smiley Faces, Turkey Dinosaurs and tinned kidney beans, I had an early night. As I set my alarm, I wondered how it had already come to this? How had it got to the point that a potential trip to Tesco, sent little bubbles of excitement popping in my stomach. I was actually going on a little excursion, into the outside world! What should I wear?
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