“Oh, how things they are a changing …” sung in a whiney Bob Dylan folksy style.
Who would have thought at the beginning of the year, even, that scoring a slot on the supermarket delivery schedule would become such a BIG deal. And that we would celebrate with a glass of champagne, a marching band, and streamers. No, nor did I. Not that any of those things happened just in case you thought I have a marching band on speed dial—I don’t.
What did happen was a slot in the schedule, and, a delivery of much needed supplies to arrive some time (no guarantee when) during the day, Friday!
I’m convinced when we finally got on the website, after an hours wait, that we would be unlucky, so when it said there were two time slots left, I almost leapt out of my chair and fist-pumped the air in jubilation. Oh, okay, so I actually sighed in relief, but who’s telling this story. Yeah, right, me.
So outrageous embellishments aside. We have another grocery delivery scheduled, and we didn’t have to fight dragons, slay monsters, or awkwardly avoid people hogging the meat fridges pondering what to buy for dinner 3 weeks from now.
We can rest easy, I hope, for another couple of weeks before we have to repeat the process, and just concentrate on not adding to the idiots who still think (a) this is a hoax (b) haven’t quite got the message or (c) simply don’t give a damn and continue to go outside and congregate.
My partner is currently watching the afternoon briefing and shouting through stats, the mind boggling one being the number of tickets and warnings that were issued to people over the Easter break.
It’s raining today, in fact, it’s pouring down. Let’s hope all these selfish people stayed home today. Or that the first fine of $1000 will make them think twice about repeat behaviour.
Meanwhile, stay safe out there, people, and take care.