I had to go to the shops earlier.
I hadn't intended going out this morning.
But Popeye is not eating, not eaten for two days.
I know the end will come one day.
I went to the nearest place early, 8 am, to buy some bits and pieces of sliced meats which he might have eaten a bit of.
I can only try.
Prices have gone up something shocking.
I got odds and ends of different sliced meats, and found expensive cat food...
There was some hot cooked chicken. No price on them, but I thought it would be a treat for me as well. They are extra large birds the meat cooker said, that why they are £3 more...
Blinking heck (substitute different words of your choice for this), any smaller and they would have been the size of a quail...
So, I went to look for some tinned vegetables, but instead of tins they are in what now appear to be tetrapacks or some kind of cardboard. The expiry date was not very long, end of this year not a few years away as the tins are. Also I have visiting mice in winter who like to take a little nibble out of anything not glass or tins. Absolutely useless for me.
Finally, I saw some stuff in the salad bar, so got a container which called itself large, but I call it small, filled it with some salad stuff as a treat to go with the chicken. But the lid wouldn't click close. It wasn't full, I could have got more in it, but I didn't want any more.. So I checked another empty container to tip it in, but all the containers were faulty. The die cutter or whatever it is called that cuts these plastic containers had cut them at an angle where those concave and convex nipples that clip together, rendering them all useless, so the container did not shut. I called over an assistant and asked for a bit of tape. Assistant said I had put too much in the container. I said I had not because there was a large gap at top that was big enough to take some cheese or a couple of eggs. The assistant wouldn't have it. And said I had put too much in. So I picked an empty container and showed her the faulty cutting of the plastic rendering all that batch of containers useless. Assistant wouldn't have it.
At this point I would have put it down and left, but it looked as if I were being unreasonable for not being able to take my 'overfilled' (but it wasn't it was faulty and wouldn't shut) container as she put it.
I tried to explain agin, as simple as possible what was wrong with the container. Finally she grabbed it off me, took it to the counter, and tried to clip it shut. But it couldn't clip shut because it was a faulty batch. Realisation dawned and she turned round and apologised and apologised and apologised and apologised. And she wrapped it in clingfilm to keep it shut. And couldn't stop apologising. She even followed me as I walked away still apologising to me. She had made the instant decision in the first place that I was pulling a fast one to get her to tape an over filled container. And nothing I said or explained about the faulty container would she even listen to.
I do have my mobility Walker with me and I am limping badly by now, because of my hammer toe I bruised very badly yesterday with trying to get out before the drain men drove away. This encounter with this stupid assistant lady was at least 10 minutes. I didn't realise.
I am half thinking this hammer toe may be broken, because instead of that silly angle it was at before, it is now sort of straight as long as I keep it still. I don't know, but there are no doctors at my GP less surgery to see anyone to check if it is all right. So, before I went out this morning, I put sponge fabric round the hammer toe, and fixed it as a splint to my big toe which has rigor mortis (I know it is called hallux rigidus), but it is like the whole of me is now falling apart with stiff bits and pieces. That big toe is straight, doesn't bend any more, hasn't for years. My rheumatoid arthritis or something. That is what rheumatologist told me. So, I think they are hardly likely to do much to this hammer toe if it is broken. Masking tape held both toes together as in a 'natural' splint.
I came home and was shattered...I gave Popeye some of the so called extra large hot chicken. He ate it and took himself offf to the potting shed, and I went out like a light. My cup of tea is now stone cold a few hours later.
I will go out and check on Popeye and then make another cuppa, and do my creative whatever...if I don't fall asleep again first...
It was worth going out because Popeye ate, but the cost of what I got meant that a couple of notes in my purse wouldn't pay for the shopping, and so I had to get my card out....
since I opened up my iPad to do this creative sunflower photo in Gloomlogue.
