Middle aged?

My first thought upon returning to Town on Saturday was, ‘Oh good, they’ve finished laying the cobblestones on Market Street. It looks really nice.’ Over dinner, my housemate updated me on other town news. The butcher was buying the import shop. A colleague was moving to London. The Government decided to close the RAF base near us. Miss Kitty had visited the garden. This afternoon I went to Morrisons for my weekly shop. I tend to write out my grocery list according to the store’s layout to make it easier to find things. Only, Ros forgot to warn me that during my three weeks away Morrisons had completely, and randomly, rearranged the entire store. I spent much longer in a very crowded shop with other equally confused shoppers, muttering under my breath that it couldn’t be possible that the beef section had vanished, and where on earth was the pasta? I found everything in the end, but left the shop very disgruntled. I complained to Ros and was reminded once again that despite being in our mid-twenties, we can be quite ‘middle aged’…

6 thoughts on “Middle aged?

  1. Sarah says:

    I write my grocery list the same way, so if the store was randomly rearranged I’d be quite upset. Glad you still found everything on the list!


  2. Sarah says:

    And, what do I find today? The tissues have been replaced by paper towels and are now in a different spot in the store. Thank you for foreshadowing my shopping trip!


  3. Chera says:

    Oh no! Sorry about that. It’s funny how when Spar redesigned its layout, I liked it because it was cleaner and easier to find things, but when Morrisons does it without any warning I get upset. Maybe it’s because I didn’t have any warning.


  4. Hanna C. Howard says:

    I love it. Middle-agedness is much more compatible with Scottish villages than with Tulsa, Oklahoma–and for that I am jealous. I have to shut my windows and pretend I’m somewhere else to fully indulge my crazy-old-bat lifestyle.

    Now that I’ve found your blog, I think I’ll just start living vicariously through you.


  5. Chera says:

    Chris: Sadly, nothing survives on our windowsill (too much sun, can you believe it?), so the roses have been moved to the back garden. They’re growing much faster than I thought they would. It looks like I’m going to have to plant them in the ground soon — I’m not sure if this makes me happy or sad! I liked the idea of portable roses…

    Hanna: It helps that my housemate is as mad as I am. 😉 We have a spare bedroom, so if ever you need to escape to Scotland…


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