My OperaI'm a sandals person.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007 2:42:38 AM
I'm so into sandals that even when I was playing posh New Year's Eve gigs with well-paying function bands that insisted that I wear a monkey suit I'd wear black sandals, cunningly disguised by wearing black socks underneath them.
The trouble is, the English winter just plain doesn't mix too well with sandals, so I've been wearing foot constrainers like everyone else for the last few months, but this week the weather's been quite nice and I've ventured back into the sandals, albeit I'm still wearing socks with them, it's not that warm...
Today dawned bright and sunny, so once again on went the sandals.
While I was making the mid-day feast it occured to me that we needed to do a little shopping. We were running short on a lot of things, and we were almost out of milk. So after dinner we saddled up (OK, we got into the car...) and set off to the Co-op.
Whilst we were in there it started to snow. I stepped out into it and within moments my poor old extremeties were turning blue as the snow seeped into my socks. As usual we'd bought way too much and the shopping trolley was now stacked up rather like the models that that weird guy in Close Encounters of the 3rd Kind kept building. It was so heavy that I was skidding about all over the place, and by the time I got the trolley to the car I was almost dancing with terminal freezing dampness of the feet, and to add further indignity to my predicament, it was making me want to... erm- point Percy at the porcelain, so to speak.
I had considered calling in at the health food store on the way home, but under the circumstances we decided that straight home was a better bet. Upon arrival I had a stroke of luck in that I was able to squeeze the car into a tiny gap that someone had unwittingly left open outside the house, and I lugged the stuff in, stored as much of it in the freezer as I could manage before the cold pushed me to the point where it was a trip upstairs to the room of much relief or damp underwear.
When I got back down mum had put the gas fire on and finally I could rip my soaking socks off and toast my tootsies by the fire.
Bliss.
After a few minutes I slid my feet into a pair of nice warm slippers and went into the kitchen to make a nice hot cup of tea.
I'd forgotten the milk.
The trouble is, the English winter just plain doesn't mix too well with sandals, so I've been wearing foot constrainers like everyone else for the last few months, but this week the weather's been quite nice and I've ventured back into the sandals, albeit I'm still wearing socks with them, it's not that warm...
Today dawned bright and sunny, so once again on went the sandals.
While I was making the mid-day feast it occured to me that we needed to do a little shopping. We were running short on a lot of things, and we were almost out of milk. So after dinner we saddled up (OK, we got into the car...) and set off to the Co-op.
Whilst we were in there it started to snow. I stepped out into it and within moments my poor old extremeties were turning blue as the snow seeped into my socks. As usual we'd bought way too much and the shopping trolley was now stacked up rather like the models that that weird guy in Close Encounters of the 3rd Kind kept building. It was so heavy that I was skidding about all over the place, and by the time I got the trolley to the car I was almost dancing with terminal freezing dampness of the feet, and to add further indignity to my predicament, it was making me want to... erm- point Percy at the porcelain, so to speak.
I had considered calling in at the health food store on the way home, but under the circumstances we decided that straight home was a better bet. Upon arrival I had a stroke of luck in that I was able to squeeze the car into a tiny gap that someone had unwittingly left open outside the house, and I lugged the stuff in, stored as much of it in the freezer as I could manage before the cold pushed me to the point where it was a trip upstairs to the room of much relief or damp underwear.
When I got back down mum had put the gas fire on and finally I could rip my soaking socks off and toast my tootsies by the fire.
Bliss.
After a few minutes I slid my feet into a pair of nice warm slippers and went into the kitchen to make a nice hot cup of tea.
I'd forgotten the milk.
Loiscakkleberrylane # Thursday, March 22, 2007 8:04:44 PM
Deke # Friday, March 23, 2007 9:29:31 PM
...but I don't.
Well, not that I'm going to admit to anyway.
dɹɐzılpǝkɔıw ɐʞɐ ɹǝɥgɐllɐg lǝbɐsıwickedlizard # Saturday, March 24, 2007 12:30:21 PM
Deke # Sunday, March 25, 2007 12:39:04 PM
I even drove mum out into the countryside yesterday to buy some milk at a little village Co-op. We got a two pint bottle, but they didn't have any of the 2 pint cartons of UHT that I usually bulk buy (About 2 gallons...) so we drove into the suburbs of the next large town and stopped at a bigger shop, which turned out to be yet another Co-op, and mum asked me if I'd bring a couple of sandwiches while I was in there. So I bought the sandwiches and noticed the new TV & Radio listings guide, so I grabbed one then noticed a copy of Private Eye on the back shelf (It's a satire magazine by the way...) so I snatched that as well, grabbed a tube of orange juice from the chiller cabinet, and went to pay for my goods (I was carrying them all stacked up as I hadn't thought I'd need a basket when I went in...). I got back to the car, we had half a sandwich each then drove off on our way again. A couple of hours later it suddenly struck me.
I'd forgotten the milk.