Progress?

John has had a busy day. Not only did he take himself to B&Q all by himself, but he trundled down to the GP surgery this afternoon and then went across to Solihull Hospital – all unaccompanied.

Ha! The boy done good.

We are having a little break away shortly and one of John’s appointments came through for that week. “No worries,” we said, “it’s a telephone appointment so that’ll be OK.” The medics thought otherwise and have brought the appointment forward by a week and made it face-to-face. “Ah….” said John, ” that means I’ll need to do my blood test this week.” So off he went, after a little bit of searching for the right paperwork, and voluntarily got himself sorted.

That suited me, I have to confess. I was at yoga this morning and a trip to B&Q didn’t appeal. I was having a clean-up of the house this afternoon and medical appointments didn’t appeal either. But I needn’t have worried ‘cos the boy was on it!

And in other, totally unrelated news, the Co-op has had a make-over. I vowed I wouldn’t bother going to shop there now because it seems not to have (what I would call) stock cupboard items any more.

However, I mention it because, this afternoon, I thought I’d nip across to buy a joint ready for the Sunday Roast. Having failed to order such a thing with the massive shop we did online earlier in the week, it seemed such a normal thing to toddle up there to buy.

Well, what do you know? The Co-op no longer stocks joints of beef. Nor does it have King Edward potatoes – an essential variety for a proper roast potato, in my opinion. And, greatest sacrilege of all, it no longer stocks Apple Strudel!!! Pah! I knew I shouldn’t bother going to shop there any more!

As it happens, I had already made representations to the manager of the store that if we couldn’t get John’s hazelnut milk there any more, we’d be likely to naturally do all our shopping in a store where we could get it. He had shrugged and said “If it’s not on the plan, we don’t get it in.” Well, how about if I ask the manager to get it in for us? You know, like you used to? Nah. He repeated the mantra that if it wasn’t on the plan we couldn’t have it. I wonder, do they think that this is progress?

Oh, gawd…… I’m feeling very old. This is just the sort of thing my grandparents and parents used to do! You know? The older generation? Always moaning about the modern way of doing things? Ah, well….. just got to accept it, I suppose……. but I ain’t keen on giving up my Roast Beef and Yorkshire Pudding on a Sunday!

Take care everyone. God bless.