I awoke this morning feeling “coldy” but as it was nearly 8 am I got up and made tea. I wasn’t sure how the day would pan out but there were things to do and we had swung the lead yesterday. Life doesn’t wait, even for colds.
When Tigger emerged, we had a bagel breakfast and then we sat around for a bit putting off the inevitable.
“What do you fancy doing?” enquired Tigger at last.
“Er, what do you suggest as options?” I riposted guardedly, though I knew what was in the offing.
“Well,” said Tigger, “we could go shopping and then go to the launderette, or…”
“Or go to the launderette and then go shopping.”
Hm, tough choices.
“Let’s go shopping,” I proposed. After all, the world might end while we were in the supermarket, saving us the trip to the launderette.
We set out and then realized, once again, that we were too early for the supermarket. So we took a stroll along Chapel Market which was quite busy, no doubt because of the proximity of Christmas. We bought some fruit and then betook ourselves to the Euphorium bakery for tea and coffee.
The trip around the supermarket was, well, like trips around supermarkets generally are and then we dragged a very heavy shopping trolley back home.
After a rest and a cheese-and-biscuits interlude, we decided we couldn’t temporize any longer. We dragged ourselves – and bags of washing – off to the launderette. For once, the place was sparsely attended and we got the work done in record time.
Tomorrow we are off to Margate to see Tigger’s dad who is back in the nursing home where he normally resides. We will at least have Christmas Day to ourselves because there will be no transport running. We couldn’t go anywhere even if we wanted to. Be grateful for small mercies, I always say.