page 19 finders keepers, so put it here you can find it

Page 19

Finders’ keepers, losers’ weepers.
So put it where you can find it.

The squirrels are still giving mother a lot of fun, I have regular updates on their antics, but the flower pot is holding them at bay, for the moment and the birds, they are enjoying sole ownership of the bird feeder.

“When are we going Christmas shopping” (heck it’s nearly Christmas)

“Have you finished the shopping lists” I smiled sweetly

“Yes weeks ago, can we go today and make a start” mother looks hopeful. (This is one thing I dread every year)

“Yes mother of course, sort out the lists. I will get the bags and walker ready” (oh such a dutiful daughter, NOT)

“I can’t find the shopping list” declares mother.” (Oh bother)

“It will be on your trolley, somewhere!” (That trolley is like a black hole, things vanish)

“No I looked, It’s not here” (as a said, a black hole)

“Let me look it must be here somewhere”  I start sorting out all the newspapers,

“These papers are months old, why haven’t you thrown them out” I exclaim.

“I will, when I get round to it” says mother

Till receipts and old shopping lists,

“Mother why are you keeping these”

“So I know what I have brought” I can understand that in a weird way,
Household bills.

“Don’t you have a filing system for these?”

“Yes they get put on the dining table” (sounds like another job for me) And everything else she has accumulated on the trolley.

“I tell you I have looked it’s not there” Me, I just carry on sorting and eureka!

“Here it is!  After Christmas we sort that trolley out it’s become a disaster zone”

Mothers reply was “I know where everything is when it’s on here” I kept quiet.

Out we went to the car and off to the supermarket, mother being the co-pilot directing me and watching for hazards, me ignoring every word. Quite the norm, saying that I wonder what she would be like if I took up rally car driving, with her as the co-pilot. Mind she can’t read a map so that would be fun, as for the hazards, or would she keep her eyes shut ….. No behave, but I did chuckle to too myself.

We went round the supermarket as normal, mother pushing the trolley and me, fetching what she wanted. Soon the trolley was full,

“I need to get the Christmas chocolates and biscuits yet and the trolley is full” mothers in a pickle.

“That’s alright I will fetch another trolley” I’m practical.

“Two trolleys, that’s ridiculous” ignoring her I go and fetched a trolley.

“Right, what else do you need” I asked, looking so innocent I could laugh.

“Humph,” was the reply and we continued to get the Christmas goodies.

At the checkout mother goes and sits on a chair while I sort the shopping,

“Sorry, we have two trolleys because, she, thought it was a good idea” mother is quite indignant.

The checkout person laughed and said “you can have as many trolleys as you like” 

the look on mothers face, well how I stopped myself laughing I don’t know.


Till next time

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