Unexpected Item in the Bagging Area
Dear Reader, I have been preoccupied and not updated you on my adventures. Today I am updating you on the adventures of my mother, and you will see why I've been preoccupied. You see my mother has ventured to our home for the weekend. She arrived at Lewes station which is no where near me, I might add. I therefore drove across country and over cattle grids to collect her. On arrival at the station I found that she was not waiting outside. I concluded that she must be on the other side, the side that I couldn’t drive to due to roadworks. I had two choices, persuade ticket officials that I should pass through the station with a collie dog and no ticket to collect said lurking mother or send out an APB across the station for a ‘Mrs Mutton Years Senior..your daughter is waiting for you.’ I decided on the former being less troublesome with fewer lingering after affects.
Having collected mother I drove her back across heath and cattle grids, minding the ponies that were wandering across our path. Now soon after arriving home and settling my Mother in to a chair in the lounge with her kindle Ocado arrived with our shopping. Ocado like to have previous bags returned to recycle and being a conscientious citizen I wandered to the hall clutching a bouquet of grey plastic to give the driver saying ‘……old grey bags back.’ Mr Him immediately reprimanded me for talking about my mother like that. Luckily she has a sense of humour.
After a light lunch and a bit of scruffing up of mother we took her to the stables to watch 16 year old granddaughter ride. The scruffing up was necessary as she was smartly dressed for smart activities and not manure and horse activities. This involved stripping her of her smart jewellery, smart cardigan, comfortable shoes and
smart comfortable white
coat and replacing them with flowery wellies and Mr Him’s Reebok sweatshirt
which advertised that she was now a member of the ‘Athletics Dept’. Honorary, I imagine, I hoped, fervently.
After the stables I took her to Sainsburys to buy Easter eggs and gifts. It was here that she adventured with a self service check out for the first time. This went well until she found herself as an ‘unexpected item in the bagging area.’
To finish off the day Mr Him and I took her out for a meal. Dear Reader, we did not go to our favoured Indian restaurant. I did not have the strength. We went to Prezzo, an Italian chain and we had light pasta and mini desserts, for which we paid more than for the standard larger sizes of pasta. Mr Him wore a subtle shade of baby pink, which Mr Him insists is ‘offwhite.’ A novelty for him.
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