ToughDiamond wrote:
I bought 5 litres of soya milk from a huge supermarket I'd never been to before, in a part of town I've not been to for years. Had to use a bus service I've never used before for the final part of the trip. Pouring rain most of the time. I'm not good at map-reading or directions. Kept losing my bearings and finding them again. Bus windows so badly steamed up that I couldn't see where my stop was, so had to guess, and luckily got it right. Had to brave the crowds, barriers, and deafening racket of a carnival on my way back through the town centre. All buses cancelled, though the electronic displays didn't know that. So I had to walk back up a long, steep hill in the rain.
All that effort for a bit of soya milk seems over the top, but the good stuff is getting hard to find. Usual supermarket had run out and my supplies were down to 2 litres. Most shops don't sell the simple unadulterated product, just overpriced, short shelf-life stuff with flavourings I dislike. Previous best I could find had been costing me £1.25 per litre. New place sells it for 50p. And now I've been there once, I've got a new alternative place for buying groceries. It would have been easier to wait for a better day but I was getting bored with being risk-averse and felt it was about time I tried something challenging, just to put a bit of excitement back into my life.
It certainly improved my mood once I'd dried out. It may be a very small-time achievement but there's something kind of primeval about going out into the "dangerous" hard world and bringing the spoils back home.
You made your shopping trip sound super interesting.
I'd read a book written by you.
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