Women don’t always like shopping!

Retail therapy, that’s what women shopping is something called. And yes sometimes going out and buying things can be fun. But it’s not something I can afford to do all the time.

Normal household shopping is more mundane. How many tins of beans or loaves do I need this week. Will I need to go out more than once? How long will things last?

My hubby says he hates shopping. So I asked him if he thought I enjoyed it? We don’t have the skills to order on line and I prefer to vary what I get. I like variety when I shop and seeing the things that are there.

But shopping is not a pleasure. Its a chore. Like washing up or doing the dishes.

Let me let you into a secret. Women are not genetically programmed to do household chores. We are not robots, not domestic goddesses not slaves or maids. If we have partners they should share the work. Just because women have generally always managed household chores doesn’t mean they always will do or should.

I can’t understand why you can call a woman a ‘slut’ for having an untidy or messy home, but you can’t use the same expression for men? Why are women picked on?

‘Treat them mean, keep them keen’ ? No ‘Treat them fair, do your share!’ Should be the slogan!

Substitutions

I’m still struggling so a friend offered to come and pick me up and we could go shopping.

But hubby just told me off for troubling other people. He still didn’t get what I wanted he says he fu(£%ING hates shopping. I had given him a long list earlier but he came back with twenty bananas instead of a pork pie. We discussed why and I suggested he tick things off as he got them. Half an hour later I gave him a list with four things on. He went out and managed to get two of them but didn’t tick them off. He thinks oatibix are porridge and pizzas are quiche! At least he got me some decaff. He’d be good working at a supermarket because he explained they were substitutions! Basically he can’t cope with walking round the shops he gets overwhelmed and wants to get back out and home. I can see him wandering off when we go together. He can’t concentrate!

Hubby shopping

Who would choose gherkins and limes for a nice choice of food for shopping?

I asked my hubby to do some shopping today. Get some bread and milk and something nice I said. Do you need a list? No I’ll be OK.

Off he went to the supermarket. Its not far away and he wasn’t going to buy much. When he came back he’d bought:

Mini butter stollen

Limes

Gherkins

A tin of tomatoes

Rich tea biscuits

Four litres of semi skimmed milk

A wholewheat loaf.

So I made him two slices of toast with a mini butter stollen on each slice (well they say butter on the packaging, and we have run out of butter).

I asked him if he wants gherkin and lime for tea? He laughed. Then ate the mini butter stollen!

Self service

Someone asked if there should only be self service tills in supermarkets. I aid no. I went to our local supermarket yesterday evening. I had to get a lot of stuff so we got a trolley. Have you ever tried balancing everything from your trolley on the tiny platform at the self service till? balancing it and then putting it in bags and balancing them on the other tiny platform that weighs your goods? It was crazy. There was one woman helper. She had to let me move stuff so I could carry on.
Plus it puts decent people out of work!

23 eggs!

It was an offer I wasn’t going to refuse. I’ll go shopping said hubby. So I said just take one bag then you can’t buy too much.

Do you need a list? No I’ll be OK. Well don’t buy a roast chicken, just get some thighs. We don’t need a lot, just a few things.

I knew there was a problem when he carried in two huge bags of shopping. I’ve not got much space in the fridge.

He bought:

An amaryllis (we already have FOUR)

A loaf of bread (we already have one and two half used loaves).

Two torches and some batteries (to go with at least five he already has).

A bunch of flowers

A box of frozen haddock

Three tubs of olives,

A bag of spinach

A roast chicken

Beefburgers

Gammon steaks,

A beef joint

And fifteen eggs (to go with the eight he already bought yesterday).

When I asked why he had bought the eggs he said you can never have enough eggs!

The irritations of lockdown

Being together is supposed to be better than being by yourself. Not as lonely. But when you live in a small house it’s not that simple. A narrow galley kitchen means you struggle to pass each other. One persons shooing is the others dislike. You bought four huge pork pies? The potato salad is full of sugar? Why can’t you put waste food in the bin, instead of letting it float in the sink….. Then there is TV. We don’t have Netflix or anything like that, so we watch terrestrial TV. But do there have to be so many steam train programmes? Tools is another thing. Yes he has a shed, but this time of year he takes over the kitchen, there are batteries, middle boats, cable ties, screwdrivers… The list is endless, all over the place. He doesn’t like shopping and washing up. So the food is weird and the water splashes everywhere. My new cupboard door is loosing it’s surface because its always wet… So I do things myself. The most irritating? When I buy things for both of us and he eats it all first.

If I asked him to write his irritations, he too would have a long list. He would be right! Living together isn’t easy.

Interesting statistic. Married men I’ve five years longer than single men on average, whilst married women live five years less than single ones!

I have a sarcasm gene

My hubby went shopping today.

I asked him to get savoury food.

So he got:

4 tins of tomatoes, a litre of skimmed milk, some mushrooms, brown bread.

Then, a large Christmas cake, Christmas pudding, mint chocolate matchsticks, grapes, iced buns, a chocolate toffee apple, clementines, bananas, two pomegranates, dried cranberries, two jars of honey, a pot of jam. He also got himself four bottles of beer and four cans of sweat cider.

I’m diabetic, so I can’t eat any of these and can’t really drink much alcohol. My sarcasm gene kicked in so I told him he was being ‘sweet’, I said he should get me some honey roasted ham or some duck in orange sauce. After I washed the shopping and put it away I asked him how much he had spent. I guess 90% of what he bought is for him.

Slightly annoyed!

I’m smiling with my eyes

Do you see me smiling,

behind my mask?

With my eyes.

Yes I’m smiling its true,

gently smiling not grinning.

I walk into shops,

I try to smile,

I want them to know,

I’m a friend.

The mask hides my smile,

I feel hidden.

I could be a robber,

a thief or a shoplifter.

If I wear gloves,

I feel guilty,

like I’m hiding.

So I smile,

even though it’s behind a mask.

Late summer sky

Lowering grey clouds above the Croft at Penkhull. We walked around this afternoon exploring the area again. We had climbed up the steep hill and down another steep one on the way back at the end of the walk. The hill we descended has been recently resurfaced. The tarmac was well laid, but the hill is so steep I felt like I was going to slip and fall as the surface was not textured. As we walked down my legs started to shake as I took my weight on my shins. We had only walked for an hour and a half but we called in a shop and had to carry everything down the hill in a rucksack. And am I the only person that washes their shopping when they get it home? Now I’m sitting and relaxing, I need a rest.

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What’s in the bag?

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Today’s Urban sketchers drawing was to draw what’s in a bag. I have drawn a plastic bag containing different items obscured by the plastic.

Ink pen size 0.5,iI think I possibly should have used a bigger nib? But it did mean I’ve goy some nice fine lines. I think we are about half way through this set of challenges. The are happening three times a week. It’s keeping my mind occupied. I have other things I need to get done that I’m putting off!

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