A happy encounter

Our supermarket shop turned into a more enjoyable shop than usual. I confess I always regard food shopping as a necessary chore rather than an enjoyable experience. That’s not to say either of us really relish the idea of relinquishing the chore in favour of someone else going round e.g. if a home help did it or we ordered on-line, as we do like to actually see produce, especially fresh meat, fish, fruit & veg, so we get what best suits our requirements, but it is boring & a bit of an ordeal, especially now the Fox’s hip plays up whenever he pushes the trolley around.

So why was this shop so much better? We bumped into an old friend from our Pub days – Mr P, the retired teacher, now restaurateur.

We haven’t seen him for the best part of 18 months, since we stopped regularly going to the Pub. He reckons he’s sent various text messages but we rarely have our mobile phone switched on & have certainly not been aware of any messages in our in-box.

It was great to see him again & to hear his business seems to be still going on. He’s even been called on to cater at Leighton Hall, a local stately home. We told him PD’s sad news. And he told us how his wife’s ME is no better.

The upshot of it we’ve agreed to take him as our guest to the golf club next week & we can have a long catch-up session. He can also catch up with the happenings of the now rather defunct Geriatrics’ Corner as Friday is our usual meet up day. It should be good.

We’ve just got to remember to switch on the phone to arrange where & when to meet up. I wish some people would just try ringing rather texting. Our landline is in the phone book so he could easily have rung. And he knows we’re a pair of old dinosaurs, at least as far as the phone goes.