I have had an evening of searching for that which I cannot find. Sounds profound I know.
I’m not talking about about searching for love or truth or righteousness. I’m referring to my fruitless search for €6 in Tesco vouchers. I meant to take them to Tesco, to put toward some shopping on Monday. Yesterday. I would have sworn that they were in my wallet but apparently not. Tonight I have lifted things, moved things, rummaged through things, shuffled things and scattered things. For God’s sake, I don’t have that many things here!
The vouchers have clearly slipped through through an eddy in the time-space continuum and are probably wafting gently in the breeze in 6th century Mongolia, or some such place.
I have been remarkably restrained and have not sworn at all. Well, hardly at all. When I have resorted to foul language it’s not been because of the non-appearance of the damnable vouchers, it’s been if I knock my knee on something. I tripped down a curb this morning, while not looking where I was going. My own fault entirely. The knee has been a little sore all day but is now gradually stiffening up. I’m going to take it off to bed, to the warm and have a few pages of my book.
And tomorrow, I promise, I will do the ironing. I’ll have to – I’m running out of shirts!
1 comment:
Oh those darned vouchers when they get lost! We are classic 2008/2009 people in that we used to shop at Tesco and collect a lot of those vouchers but now rely on Aldi or Lidl. And on occasion, I have gone to Tesco and it just costs so much. However, I did the Tesco vouchers thing just yesterday too, judiciously collected over the last years and upgraded month or so ago into deals, and did a good shop. It was fun paying very little cash.
Hope your knee continues to improve.
I read back on your posts and see that you have to get up so early. Oooo-er...... and well done! And welcome back to the real you :-)
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