Fika and footwear

I had to buy a pair of shoes today. Nicoline told me, yesterday, that street shoes should not be worn in the gym, something that Mirinda neglected to warn me about. And so, having already walked into Trosa for essential Wednesday shopping (chicken and booze), I made a second trip in after lunch.

Incidentally, the chicken was because, this morning, I read a post from a few years ago in which I wrote about making a new chicken dish. Mirinda loved it and said it should be included on the Chez Gaz regular menu. I hadn’t made it since. So, for a change I made it tonight.

The chicken is smothered in various herbs and spices and baked in the oven. The carrot, tomato and broccoli are roasted in oil and the peas are…well, just peas. It was very yum.

Anyway…so I went into the Coop first thing and bought what I needed, resting in the churchyard on the way home, as usual.

While at the Coop, I also bought a couple of cinnamon buns for fika. Yesterday, after the gym, we asked Nicoline over for midday coffee and bun.

As usual, we had a jolly chat over coffee. Among other things, we discussed the possibility of going to the gym tomorrow. My aches said no but, obviously, my brain said yes. And so, Mirinda will be trying out a different teacher who, Nicoline said, wasn’t very good, and I’ll be hitting the machines again.

Which is why I had to return to the centrum for a pair of gym shoes. And toilet paper. Because I forgot earlier. Possibly the toilet paper was more important than the shoes. Still…

One of the few shops in Trosa Centrum is a sports and outdoorsy type establishment. There are lots of shoes of all kinds. I wandered around until I found a pair that worked for me. The saleswoman gave me a look that asked if I needed help. From a distance, I asked if she had the shoe I was holding, in a 44.5.

Now, understand that this was a simple white shoe with a few stripes on it; nothing really distinctive. Also, she was quite a distance from me, and I’d just held the shoe in the air. She said she thought so then continued talking to a customer she’d been serving.

The saleswoman then went to the stockroom and returned with a pair of the exact shoes I wanted in the exact size I needed.

The shop had a lot of shoes, but this woman really knew her stock. She was also very pleasant, as always happens in Trosa shops.

So, content with my purchases, I once more made my way home.

Nicoline has also invited us to a small New Years Eve gathering at hers. I’m pretty sure she’s adopted us.