So Tuesday comes around and I’ve put this off as long as I can before some stuff starts running a bit low and the fridge is looking somewhat bare. It’s time to see how things are going at the local supermarket…
Being an upmarket kind of bloke, we jump in the car and a little after 9:30 arrive in Waitrose car park which is about half full. We’ve given the old codgers their first hour of opening (even though we qualify as old codgers ourselves) and the NHS staff have had their go, so we think we’re being rather fair minded at this time of national crisis. There’s a small queue of about 6 people waiting to get in, so we join it having donned gloves and grabbed a trolley. I figure the most likely place to catch this bastard is from the trollies, which they don’t seem to be sterilising before they out them back in the trolley park. Bit if an oversight so let’s mark them down on that one.
About 10 minutes later we’re in the store and all seems reasonable good. They’re controlling how many people they let in at once and the stocks are pretty good. They actually have sone toilet rolls, so we buy a pack. Not three or four. Just one. 45 minutes later we’re out of the store and there is no queue waiting to get in. Seems reality is being somewhat restored.
Unfortunately, because of Mrs D’s allergies we can’t get everything we want in one shop. They don’t have goat milk, wheat free pasta, gluten free muesli or non dairy spread. So we unload all the stuff we’ve bought at home and trot off to Sainsbury’s. This is normal for us. You can’t get everything in one place. Waitrose have stuff that Sainsbury’s don’t and vice versa.
So at just before 11 we roll into Sainsbury’s car park and park pretty much right next to the door. There’s no queue but rather sensibly they have separated the doors as one in and one out to minimise contact. We get pretty much everything we need although there seems to be a run on corn flakes, digestive biscuits, low alcohol beer, gluten free pasta and Sauvignon Blanc so we’ll manage without. It won’t kill us. In and out in 30 minutes, but still without absolutely everything we need, so we swing past Tesco on the way home for some more bits.
At around 11:45 we coast into Tesco’s car park. The queue to get in is up the side of the store and up and down 6 rows of airport style crocodile queues so we carry on driving and go home. I’ll try again tomorrow.
Wednesday arrives and I coast down to my local Tesco to see if the queue is any better today. It is but it’ll still take about 45 minutes to get into the store and I figure by then the folks in front of me will have bought everything anyway so I jump onto the local bypass and swing back to Sainsbury’s. Maybe it’s different today…
Whoa! It is! I buy up goat milk and low alcohol beer. Strangely I can have 2 x 15 packs of my favourite ale but only 2 x four packs. So 30 in 15s is fine but not 12 in 4s. If there’s logic there, it’s lost on me. Anyhow, I buy the elusive dairy free spread, goats milk muesli and pasta that I couldn’t get the day before and leave happy that I won’t have to expose myself to infection any more for another couple of weeks. Job done. Hopefully, I’ll live to tell tale. Oh! I just did!
In the car park I have a brief appropriately distanced chat with the woman at the car next to me. I tell her to forget Tesco as the queues are ridiculous. She tells me it’s the same at Asda which is why she tried here.
The moral of this story seems to be that if you buy your groceries in the cheap jack pile-’em-high stores, be prepared to queue for an hour or so outside but if you’re a superior bastard like me, Waitrose and Sansbury’s are just fine. Class will out!
Here’s a little ditty from Chas to listen to while you’re queueing :