New Tangled Tango #53


“Straight from work would be better for me,” she said, “I’ll pick up a ready meal for my tea tomorrow while we’re there. The Library closes at five tomorrow but by the time we’ve locked up it will be five-fifteen or so before I leave. Is five-thirty too late for you?”

“No,” he said, “that will be perfect. I’ll wait for you outside Aldi’s.”

“I’ll see you there,” she said, “I’m looking forward to shopping with a fella again.”


Friday 29th April  The supermarket

Cathy parked her car, took some empty shopping bags from the boot, and arrived at the door of the Aldi supermarket just before five-thirty. Steve was stood there already with his bags and two trolleys. She kissed his cheek and they strolled in together.

They’d only got as far as the fruit and veg section just inside the door when she noticed Steve picking up some fresh berries.

“Are those for dessert tomorrow night?” she asked.

“The strawberries are,” he said, “but the blueberries and raspberries I usually have with my cereal and milk.”

“Hmm,” she said, “Have you ever tried the bags of frozen berries?”

“No,” he said, “Why?”

“They’re cheaper and probably fresher,” she explained, “You just put some in a bowl each morning and leave them in the ‘fridge to thaw ready for the following day. What you don’t put out goes back in the freezer.”

“Oh,” he said, “I never thought of that. OK. I’ll give it a try.” He replaced the blueberries and raspberries and looked at his list.

“Wow!” she said, “You were right, “We are learning about each other already. Do you always have a list when you shop here?”

“Usually, yes,” he said, “Don’t you?”

“Never,” she said, “I like to be creative – to browse the shelves and decide as I go round the shop. But you’re a maths guy aren’t you – probably a tunnel-thinker?”

“I’m sure that I’d forget something if I shopped without a list.”

“I do too,” she said, “all the time, but if I relied on a list, I’s probably forget to put something on it anyway. But the shop is open until quite late – and there’s always the convenience store.”

“True,” he said, “I must confess that I often have to do a top-up shop.”

They laughed.

“This is more fun than when I usually shop,” she said.

They trundled their trollies up and down the aisles exchanging views, changing their minds about items and, while the shopping had taken much longer, they’d both enjoyed doing it together.

They continued talking as they queued at the checkout.

She laughed as she watched the way he selected items from his trolley to put onto the conveyor belt. He picked the heavier, canned and bottled items first and the more fragile items last.

“I’m glad that you aren’t in front of me at the checkout regularly,” she said, “You’d drive me mad if I was in a hurry.”

“Yes,” he said, “but I don’t want to get home with crushed cakes and broken eggs just to please other folks.”

“I can see that we’re going to start arguing again,” she said.

Both of our photos today feature a well-known European supermarket, very popular in the UK. The Featured photo is a phone photo that I took especially for today’s post, showing as it does a supermarket trolley as it is pushed down an aisle of the supermarket – perhaps to buy some frozen berries at Cathy’s suggestion. No EXIF data together – it is just a phone photo.

Author: writingandphotography0531

I am a retired local government officer. At that time, I was an IT manager and had associated responsibilities for training. I have previously been involved, in various organisations, with aspects of industrial training and management development. My hobby is photography and, until recently, hillwalking in Snowdonia. I have just written my first novel, Persephone and the Photographer, published as a Kindle eBook.

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