I HEART supermarket shopping
I’d just like you to know that as I am write this blogbarf I’m indulging in a chocolate éclair and tall glass of cold milk…mmmmm…
There are a handful of people who know me well. This (un)fortunate conglomerate can recite stories that will make me turn pomodoro with shame. They have so much dirt on me. If they ever decided to fire their ammo of embarrassing stories revolving around my stupidity (both general and specific) I would seriously consider becoming a farm girl on one of those deserted islands off Scotland.
Lily's farm
They keep quiet though. Only because I’m too poor to be blackmailed. And I have my share of dirt on them. Maybe because they also love me? hmm… yes I’m an optimist.
Today I’m gonna release one of those scraps of discriminating info. Those that know me well know I’m passionate about supermarket shopping. I’m not afraid to say it any more. I HEART Iceland/Tescos/Sainsburys shopping. However I do have my limits and am not sad enough to covet a trip down to Morrisons or Aldi. (Honey fits into this category).
I’m the first one to suggest we pop down to Charlie Brown’s 24hr Tesco to pick up cheap chocolate cake. (Tip: nuke the cake in the microwave for 1min and have it with ice cream – doesn’t taste so cheap after all)
I love taking a trip down there with girly friends. It’s female multitasking at its finest – it gives us an opportunity to catch up on gossip, exchange stories regarding our husband-finding quest, suggest the best shawarma joints in Queensway and have a quick bitch-session to vent our injustices, all whilst stocking up on frozen fish fingers (100% cod only please), chips and milk.
I love trolley races. I love trolley gliding*. I love playing dares to see who can put the biggest object in someone else’s trolley without being caught. My eight yr old cousin attempted ditching a microwave in an old lady’s trolley – the poor chappy couldn’t even muster the strength to pick it up off the shelf let alone stealthy hide it in her trolley between the tins of cat food. Loser. However, I’ve started to grow bored of bagging the shopping after its been through the till. Ah and the road trips! The journey to and from the stores hold priceless memories. To the dismay of my siblings, I’ll share a few of those memories with you…say Hi to Ladoo and Honey:
*Trolley Gliding: A recreational sport whereby one leans on the handle of the shopping trolley, pushing off slightly using one’s feet to set the trolley in motion. One then has to weave in and out of obstacles, eg people/abandoned trolleys/discount stands, using one’s body weight by tilting left or right. Under no circumstance must one use their feet to halt the shopping trolley. The game requires a skilful eye to judge how much force to push off with and at what angle to ensure a smooth trajectory around the oncoming moving obstacles.
