The weekend was somewhat difficult. I was up early enough on Saturday to secure a Tesco Christmas delivery spot. True, I hadn’t won the Euromillions lottery the night before but it all looked like it was going to be a good weekend.
I was due a Tesco delivery that morning. I swear I am not addicted to Tesco, its just the way it worked out. Ten minutes after it was due I received an automated phone call informing me that the delivery was cancelled. Just like that. I was incensed. I didn’t have time for this. My Saturday was carefully planned!
Printing out my list, I resolved that I would go shopping myself. Spouse insisted on accompanying me. I thought it would be a good experiment to go to a different supermarket and see if it cost less. Fat chance.
With spouse accompanying, it did not cost the estimated £138. No, no, it cost £195!
£195! so that’s two hours and sixty pounds behind schedule.
Once home I got a call from my friend informing me that the Piccadilly Line was broken. The Piccadilly line that was going to take us to a gig that night. Every alternative route was problematic as Network Rail was having engineering work done. After a lot of stress a good route was calculated and away we went.
As it happens it was an excellent gig. The Damned at their finest. The O2 Brixton is a great venue. Or it might be the double gin I had as compensation for stress.