After depositing a present for a child in a Gift Bank, I was presented with a net bag full of milk chocolate money coins.
The first nursery kid I saw on the street got them. I did ask the [
taken aback] surprised, parents first.
“Oh goody chocolate”, said the kid as soon as he saw the bag, which he rapidly reached forward to snatch, iniating an embarrassed parental chorus of, “ Say please and say thank you”. Neither nicety materialised from delighted single-minded junior.
…….”It’s Christmas.” I said, and went on my way.
I couldn’t resist looking back. The grown-ups had happy smiles on their faces.
A couple of weeks ago, I was caught in two really heavy downpours of rain. The first time I was sodden. When I got home I had to strip off all my clothes and dry myself. I put on fresh and dry clothes. I felt so much better.
The day improved, it became drier and sunnier and I decided to go out again, this time to buy groceries. I was leaving the grocery store when unexpectedly the heavens turned on the torrential taps. I used the carrier bag trick I had resorted to before. You roll the opening back until it looks like it will sit on your head like a rain hat, admittedly, a bit of a large and unusual one. A few people grinned, others looked and a lot of people stared, fixed stares. I smiled. At least I had a jacket on and with my improvised head cover, my hair stayed dry.
Hubby roared with laughter when he saw me coming from the car with the shopping wearing my ‘designer’ plastic bag head gear, which just happened to be a capacious Lidl’s plastic carrier bag advertising me in large lettering as…… “ONE OF LIDL’S SURPRISES” ❗
When you really want something you know you have stored somewhere, that’s when you can never find it. So it was today, I hunted high and low for a canvas bag I wanted to use. Anyone within earshot of me would have heard me muttering all sorts of unrepeatable phrases. There probably was also a steady head of steam around me instead of my usual equable aura. I peered in places I knew the bag was unlikely to be, I pulled out stuff that had been
shoved, er, fitted, into tight spaces. Could I fit them back; NO. They were forced back and the door was quickly shut.
Time for a break; just then hubby returned home. He made helpful suggestions of places I had already looked and one or two I had avoided. A few packages fell out on top of me as they do when you’re ploughing through a pile of ??? years’ collection.
One more look in the cupboards, I decided, then I was going to give up. Yeah okay, you’re already there. I found the bag. It was lying neatly under a h a t. (I’m not even going to go there. The bag was found and there’s an end to it).
One of the local charity shops is going to benefit from some of the howking out of long forgotten bits and pieces that I thought might come in useful one day. The haul includes a couple of carrier bags of wadding, created from reducing over-stuffed pillows, good for quilting and other craft work. Another stored bag contained weird shapes of fine wool fabric in two colours, together with flattened pieces of brown paper. Many memories flooded into my mind when I remembered what it was all ‘attached’ to. It made me a little wistful. Someone might get some use out of a dressmaker’s brown paper pattern and the left-over material of the garment that was made, which has long gone.
How on earth are people with families managing? There’s only one of me preparing to wander off on my travels again (not as long this time as the last trip) and it took me an age of eternity to sort out what might be allowable in my cabin allowance plastic carrier bag, which is a watery opaque, the nearest thing I have to clear. Yes, we have a good outline of instructions of what to put in such a bag, but there are still grey areas which will be cases of try and see.
I have decided that one piece of A4 paper with important personal information will go in my suitcase, though as my ticket is also on the same type of A4 paper, from the same pack and it won’t be going in the hold luggage, it seems rather illogical. However, I do not actually need that other vital piece of paper during the journey in the plane. This then is the criteria on which I have based that bit of illogicality; it is illogical as my A4 ticket will not be required during the time on the plane either, and that’s going into the plastic carrier bag. Oh bother, I shall have to start thinking again!
I wonder if the plane will be flying, Scotland was cut off air travel by a number of airlines for two days last week. If there is no flight, then my current conundrums will change into new ones.
Che sera, sera