CO-OP SHUTOUT

It's been a funny sort of a morning. The weather being bright and fair, I took the notion that, having washed my breakfast and swallowed myself, I would take a walk down to the local Co-op, a distance of some three-quarters of a mile (I still haven't been decimalised distance-wise!) from my home. This would serve the dual purpose of getting my fridge and cupboards stocked with a few victuals, and getting some exercise into these getting-on-a-bit limbs of mine.

As things turned out, I arrived home again with only the exercise part having been accomplished. The Co-op couldn't open, as there was something wrong with the doorlock! I couldn't grasp exactly what the problem was, as I'm not sufficiently fluent in Co-op staff gesticulation. So, along with the small gathered throng of would-be shoppers, I made a plan B which, in my case, was to trudge home again, with about a mile and a half of exercise in my legs, not a penny less in my wallet, and nothing with which to replenish my supplies.

I could have gone to Tesco's, on the other side of town, but that was stretching the limbs a bit too far. In my pre-operation days, I would have probably made the effort, had I been desperate enough. But nowadays - nah!