A Mother's Story: Paul's Birthday

A Mother's Story: Paul's Birthday



Shopping again

Today I did some shopping - clothes for Keith, so nothing exciting then. I waited in the inevitable queue to pay.
"Would you like these things in a bag?" the assistant enquired.
"Yes, please," I answered. Well, the pile of things I had bought certainly weren't going to fit in my handbag.
"They're a penny," was the swift reply. "Is that all-right?"
Well, it had to be, didn't it, I thought as I nodded. As she set off on a trawl round the shop for a suitably sized bag, I became aware of the lady next to me who was buying three boxes of chocolate liqueurs.
"I'm sorry," said the young boy who was serving her, "I will have to find someone to authorise this sale. I'm under eighteen so I can't sell these to you."
And off he went on a journey round the shop to find an assistant of suitably mature years.
When I got home, I was relating the tale to Keith.
"Can you believe it?" I said, "Chocolate liqueurs, for heaven's sake! How many hundredweight of those do you think you would have to eat to get drunk?"
"I don't know," he said thoughtfully, "but I'd be willing to find out........... in the interests of science, of course," he added hastily, seeing my expression.

Oh, and on the way home, one of the neighbours was putting a tombstone out by the front door - as you do...



Goodwill?

I did the shopping in Asda today. I have defected to Asda from Sainsbury's because they offer to pack your bags, which Sainsbury's now do not, and they are certainly a bit cheaper. On the way out, I stopped at their petrol station to fill up but as I was pulling out, an idiot woman in a four by four came charging round the bend as if she were taking part in Formula 1. We both stopped and she very ungraciously allowed me through, and, as we were in adjacent lanes at the roundabout, started shouting and bawling at me through her open window. Unfortunately for her, my window was not open so I was unable to benefit from her undoubted words of wisdom, but the thought occurred to me that this is only the beginning. For the next several weeks, tempers will get shorter, patience will disappear and people all over the country will growl and snarl at each other as they put themselves under increasing degrees of stress on the run-up to Christmas.
You remember Christmas, season of good will to all?
Where's the nearest desert island?

Plaster board and dust

So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...