Its like going back to school. My first shopping expedition this morning was terrifying. Morrison's in Welshpool was packed with professional shoppers as I entered, clutching my little list. First up was the veg. There was a 'choice' of broccoli. Resort to the mobile phone. Cling wrapped - not mixed with carrots in a neat plastic bag. Another mobile cry for help at the milk and yogurt section. So much choice. Disaster struck at the cheese section. There was a choice of Mozzarela - and my mobile signal was gone. In the event I did the wrong thing. I bought a 'block' for pizzas - rather than a 'ball'. The checkout was a 'breeze'. I just watched from a distance for a few minutes - and then stepped forward with an air of nonchalant confidence. My 8 years experience in the corridors of power paid dividends.
And then there was tonight's supper. I'd almost exhausted my range, having made beans on toast last night and cheese on toast the night before. I was planning on poached eggs on toast tonight - but found some fishcakes in the freezer when I was looking for some ice cubes to put on Bobbie's knee to help bring the swelling down. Tomorrow, I might venture forth and buy a Chinese take away! I had no idea there was so much involved in looking after the house. Thank goodness my mother-in-law comes down every day to do the lunch. I am finding my wife's knee replacement operation a deeply traumatic experience. Two weeks of this and running a Rainbow Coalition would be a doddle.