Well, hello. How are you doing? I thought it was about time I put pen to paper, er… sorry, I mean fingers to keys. There is nothing worth talking about, really, but as I need to keep in touch with blogging pals I will summon the brain and have a go.
Not been doing much, but am still getting check-up phone calls from my son. From never hearing from him or meeting him we have suddenly become close, by phone … thanks to the weird and wonderful world we now live in. See, there is a good side to everything.
Food shops are closed here and supermarkets are choosy about which customers to allow in their stores. But I will not be beaten. Had a look at Amazon and was pleasantly surprised by what they had to offer. My order was quickly placed and to hell with the higher cost. The honey was lovely and was delivered in double quick time, AND I managed to get those lady things that ladies wear on a monthly basis. You can't buy those at the greengrocers. Compared to the behaviour of shopkeepers who allowed themselves to run out of produce, I was on a good thing. What I don’t understand is how one company can please a nation and others can’t.
Must mention one purchase and that is the box of biscuits sent via Amazon which would have fed the five thousand. A slight exaggeration but not far off. The box was HUGE and wouldn’t fit into any cupboard. I had to split the contents and put them into umpteen different containers… jugs, boxes, jars, and bags. It will take a long, long time to get through them all, but at least I won’t need to buy biscuits in the foreseeable future. Then, today, the same thing happened with cat food. What I thought was a reasonable fortnight’s supply turned out to be enough to feed another five thousand. I have no worries now. Even the bank was happy with me.
This laptop has a mind of its own, twice now I have had to retype stuff because it decided to play games and type different things. Now I have forgotten what I was talking about, but it might have been the extra cake my kind neighbour brought me when she did my bit of shopping. I did cough up the money, wouldn’t dream of letting her pay for goods as well as fetch them. I’m not daft, I know that if I treat her well she might do my shopping again.
Some may remember me mentioning .............. forget that. Another man rang the bell to tell me he had left a parcel and it knocked what I was going to say right out of the window. I must seal that damn window, it keeps letting me down. Oooh, I remember now. You may recall me telling you about a young lad who came to do odd jobs. He stopped coming when he left school and got a job. Well, he sent a text message to see if I was okay. I reassured him that I was. Then, later on the same day, he sent another text to say his mother had offered to do some shopping for me. How nice is that?
Oh well, that’s enough for one day. Catch you all again soon. In the meantime, behave yourselves.