The Youngest of the Darling Daughters messages me: “Good Shop?” she enquires. As always, I am touched that she cares about the minutiae of my not particularly riveting lifestyle.
Mind you, she does know that I was looking forward to my trip as I haven’t been able to make it into town for what seems ages on account of not being able to leave Mr B for too long. She therefore
wants to hear, if not exactly chapter and verse, at least that I made the most of the opportunity. Unfortunately, it was not exactly a successful shop..
with I couldn’t find what I wanted in the mobility shop, even though that was my main mission of the afternoon. The shop assistant checked my shopping record and informed me that, contrary to my understanding, I had not purchased the Object of My Desire
there previously. Oh dear, I mourned, I must have bought it on-line. The shop assistant gave me an icy glare: yet another shopper buying on-line and putting the High Street stores at risk, she didn’t quite say - though I did get the message. I slunk
out of the shop, with downcast eyes, not even stopping to examine the new range of mobility scooters, riser / recliner chairs and wheelchairs. No, we don’t need any of those, being well equipped at present, but I do like to keep a check on rising prices,
in order to feel quietly satisfied with the status quo.
Having failed in my Main Mission, I decided to buy a new shower head and hose, as part of my on-going plan
to update all the Boring Essentials in our house which are showing their age. Just as long as Mr B doesn’t do the same and decree that I, like the old shower head, am showing considerable wear and tear and so require replacing...
I was reasonably pleased with my purchase until I arrived home and tried to fit said shower head and hose. I did make a false start when I forgot to replace the worn washers with
the new ones provided (I am learning as I go along as far as this kind of task is concerned - it may take some time) but even once I had remedied this omission, I found myself in all sorts of trouble on account of the Recovering Shoulder not being quite as
recovered as I thought it was. The shower head wasn’t a problem, but replacing the hose properly proved impossible using only my left hand. It was a big disappointment and will make my morning shower rather more splashy than usual until I can fix it.
I did spend some happy moments trying on new spectacle frames in all the town centre opticians. I read a newspaper article indicating that, among other ways of ensuring I
don’t look like a LOL (as in, Little Old Lady) I would do well to invest in trendy trainers and spectacles á la Prue Leith. I decided, however, that it would be best to wait for another shopping trip when I can be accompanied by my own personal
style guru. Also known as the Middle of the Darling Daughters.
All in all, however, it wasn’t the best of shopping trips - so today I decided to head out
on a buying spree which would be sure to satisfy. Yes, indeed, to the Garden Centre. There I spent a merry half-hour picking which vegetables we should grow this year in our vegetable trough. Last Autumn I gave the trough over to spring bulbs - it was, you
might say, a trans-planted vegetable trough. The resultant display of daffs this spring was definitely worth it but I do feel I should now allow the vegetable trough to revert to its original purpose in life. This year, with my help, it will nurture lettuce,
tomatoes, spring onions and baby sweetcorn. I also bought bird food, some new gardening gloves, and three colourful plant pots so that the Rascally Trio can make Potty Characters when next they come to visit.
When it comes to a satisfying shopping trip, the Garden Centre Never Disappoints...