In Waitrose, some of the shopping trolleys have little metal pads upon which a shopper who doesn’t have a smartphone with a shopping app, can clip their shopping list. Sometimes they leave it behind. Here is the one on my trolley this morning.
It’s important to record these archaic forms of communication before they die out completely. I rather like the ‘entertaining’ final items – ‘Wine, water, crisps, cigarette.’ I didn’t know you could still buy single cigarettes. I’ve heard that during the war you could pop into a corner shop and purchase “…a cupla Woodbines please…” And in Scotland you could buy a glass of ginger beer for a penny…but that was a long time ago now.
Mirinda was working from home and I pottered around the house so it wasn’t what you’d call a blog-worthy day. Well, apart from the OPSL that is.