Saturday April 19, 2008
To West Quantoxhead yesterday, picking up Graham from his morning’s preparation work as relief manager in the bars ready for the big weekend wedding fest, and thence to Taunton.
I discovered a way to harmlessly exercise an amusing bit of British eccentricity. When shopping in Tesco’s, if you choose to pay at the self-checkout, swipe your Sainsbury’s Nectar loyalty card instead of the Tesco’s Clubcard one. Purely by accident, of course. The effect on the computer is dramatic, knocking it out of action semi-permanently. You’ll need to re-check your shopping at another till, but for mischief’s sake, it’s a gratifying thing to do.
We’ve been joking that it would be amusing if, while Graham is away for the weekend, I should just happen to sell the house. This is the first weekend with the new agent, so it’s possible, but when I look out of the window on our rainy, wind-swept, winter-cold close, I wonder. One thing’s certain, if any viewers should turn up they’re not on a fun day out. Viewing houses in the rain and cold isn’t something you do for fun.
So, Dolly and I are going to have a nice quiet weekend in the warm, with a modicum of snacking, and a great deal of napping. I’ve decided that I shall be ready to go on the great two-year fast and fitness programme on my birthday or on our first ‘heat-wave’, which ever comes first. I’ll be reasonably careful until then, but this is not the best weather for me to start nibbling on lettuce.