I also needed to do a wee bit of grocery shopping and other destinations included the library and the charity shop as I had seen a notice on their window asking for donations of books.
Off I set all wrapped up with my wee trolley already laden with six library books and five books for the charity shop. I trundled along with some difficulty heading for my first stop, the bank, it was closed 'due to weather conditions'. The charity shop was also closed so I headed round to the library and wasn't too surprised to find that this was also shut.
Had I been wise I would then have headed home but ever the optimist, I thought I would maybe get some Christmas shopping and my messages then phone Jim, Michael or John to come and pick me up. I headed for Poundstretchers as I wanted to buy some wool and that cheered me up as I got some beautiful white wool with diamante bits in it and some lovely green wool with sparkles - our wee girls will be getting some lovely crocheted hats in their stockings. I also got more wee girl presents in the sale in Mothercare.
Afterwards I headed over to Morrisons and put in my prescription, only to be told that I'll need to go back on Wednesday as they "don't have all the items". Anyway I carried on shopping and loaded up with stuff for soups and stews, over and above our usual staples.
Mission accomplished I then phoned for a lift but Michael was snowed in with his car stuck in his street and other mobile numbers were coming up as 'network busy' so no menfolk with vehicles to take me home. I had no idea how I was going to manage but I put my own trolley in one of Morrison's trolleys with plastic bags full of shopping and with tremendous difficulty managed to get to the end of their car park. I didn't really feel that I could reasonably take the trolley all the way home but abandoned it with some reluctance.
I was slipping all over the place trying to lift my trolley out of the big trolley, why did I wear my MBTs?, and managed to knock the trolley over and spill lots of shopping onto the snow. I could have gret but three young people came to my rescue. They picked the stuff up and got me sorted - well sorta balanced and I slowly made my way down to Great Western Road. When I got to the bottom I stopped to catch my breath and readjust my bags wondering how I was actually going to make it home - usually a five minute walk - when I hard someone shouting "do you need a lift?".
At first I thought it was someone I knew but it was just a kind, young fella in a beautiful copper coloured jeep. I explained that I was actually just going round the corner but he said to throw the messages in and he would take me. What relief! Two minutes later I was at my door, got the shopping out and he gave a cheery toot as he drove off.
Now back in our nice warm house and the spuds on. Don't let me hear anyone say a thing about young folks today. Looks like the Christmas spirit is alive and well.











