|The compensations of the Big Shop
||[Oct. 22nd, 2016|08:46 pm]
My mother liked supermarket shopping. If she could organise her shopping list so that she needed to visit two supermarkets rather than one, she was happy. I'm the opposite. If I can organise my shopping so that once a month I buy all the staples and heavy goods in one big supermarket shop, so much the better - and even then, if I can put off doing it, I will. This motning, though, we couldn't put it off any longer.
There are compensations, though. The shopping itself is one: the smug feeling that we will not run out of toothpaste or baking powder or onions any time soon; not to mention the opportunity to succumb to temptation and buy small treats which we will enjoy over the next few days (another reason to maximise the interval between Big Shops).
Better still, that side of town has the best of the autumn colours. No doubt there's a reason - the choice of trees to plant along the main roads around the commercial centre, perhaps? Mostly we see a beacon of flame here and there among the green that darkens and then falls as it rusts, this morning's trip was brightened by whole stretches of gold, red and orange.