Just back from Tesco’s. Now what’s so different about that? Well, I always, always, take the car when shopping but with another fall of snow last night my car was content to sit with a snow blanket and let me go on foot.
The only problem was that I forgot that I had to carry the shopping home in my rucksack. Bloody hell, 16kg – was so heavy I weighed it when I got home - of shopping carried on my ageing back as I trudged home through the mat of compressed snow.
Big lesson learned here and it wasn’t about buying less when on foot.
Why do I use the car for shopping? In 2 or 3 visits I could do our weekly shopping and it’s good for me, for my BMI, for the environment.
All change? Perhaps not.
Could I change? Do I want to change? It’s easy to think but very difficult to act. I’ll wait and see. Says it all, doesn’t it.
This afternoon I visited an aunt (mid-80s) with her belated Christmas present. The swapping of presents was always my giving bought biscuits and she the most gorgeous home-made shortbread and tablet. God! Tablet to die for. Unfortunately time has left her without the dexterity to make what used to come so easily. Today I handed over my tin of biscuits but this year, for the first time, I had home-baking – not mine but Mrs Carr’s.
This change come to all generations and I guess I should take advantage of the fitness and skills I have before time removes them to give to another.
All change? Time does this for us.