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Jun. 10th, 2006 10:04 pm
Setting off for Asda late this morning to replenish my satsuma supply, before I'd left my own street I heard a voice coming over a PA system. It was the town carnival.
In the shop, having picked out my satsumas, The News and a birthday card for Rob, I lined up at a self-scan checkout behind the next lady in line, who appeared to have no-one behind her. Whoops - when she'd finished, someone behind shouted to me "Oi mate, there's a queue here." I turned back to see half a dozen people all standing in line in the aisle. After that, I would rather have died than go to the back of that queue, so I moved along the row looking for a less busy checkout. That was easier said than done, as it seemed the whole town had had the same idea as me - get the shopping done at that moment and get home in time for England v Paraguay. I found one with only three people in the queue, though they all had crammed-full trolleys. When at last I got to load my goods onto the conveyor belt, a lady shop assistant was standing next to the checkout girl, telling her how a TV had been rigged up upstairs and some of the shop staff were going to watch the match on it. The checkout girl replied (a little dismissively, I thought) that she wasn't going to watch the game - and she was wearing an England football shirt!!
I came out of Asda to hear the strains of Is This The Way To Amarillo? blaring over from the carnival. For a moment I felt a pang that I wasn't going, especially with ExCrush's sister being Carnival Queen, but it really was best that I didn't put myself into a potential money-spending situation - the way things are right now even one burger or cold drink would be cash better saved than spent - and in any case I had plants to water, dinner to cook and three football matches to watch.
While the Southern fried chicken was cooking I e-mailed ExCrush. She was due to give birth to her second child, a daughter, around now, so after mentioning the carnival and her sister I asked "Is she a proud auntie yet?"
Felt strangely uncomfortable and tired through the second half of the England game. Checked my e-mail after the match - ExCrush had replied, she hasn't popped her chavvy out yet but she should be arriving in the next few days. ExCrush had had no idea about her sister, because she's had no contact with her dad or the children of his second wife for 15 years (I won't blab the full story on the internet but I was in regular contact with ExCrush when the estrangement happened and it wasn't her fault in the least). As she said "When I last saw [Carnival Queen] she was 5!!" ExCrush was genuinely pleased for her and thanked me for sharing the news.
It wasn't until 10 minutes into Trinidad v Sweden that I realised the discomfort and tiredness were just the heat. Had the back door open for the rest of the day.
In the shop, having picked out my satsumas, The News and a birthday card for Rob, I lined up at a self-scan checkout behind the next lady in line, who appeared to have no-one behind her. Whoops - when she'd finished, someone behind shouted to me "Oi mate, there's a queue here." I turned back to see half a dozen people all standing in line in the aisle. After that, I would rather have died than go to the back of that queue, so I moved along the row looking for a less busy checkout. That was easier said than done, as it seemed the whole town had had the same idea as me - get the shopping done at that moment and get home in time for England v Paraguay. I found one with only three people in the queue, though they all had crammed-full trolleys. When at last I got to load my goods onto the conveyor belt, a lady shop assistant was standing next to the checkout girl, telling her how a TV had been rigged up upstairs and some of the shop staff were going to watch the match on it. The checkout girl replied (a little dismissively, I thought) that she wasn't going to watch the game - and she was wearing an England football shirt!!
I came out of Asda to hear the strains of Is This The Way To Amarillo? blaring over from the carnival. For a moment I felt a pang that I wasn't going, especially with ExCrush's sister being Carnival Queen, but it really was best that I didn't put myself into a potential money-spending situation - the way things are right now even one burger or cold drink would be cash better saved than spent - and in any case I had plants to water, dinner to cook and three football matches to watch.
While the Southern fried chicken was cooking I e-mailed ExCrush. She was due to give birth to her second child, a daughter, around now, so after mentioning the carnival and her sister I asked "Is she a proud auntie yet?"
Felt strangely uncomfortable and tired through the second half of the England game. Checked my e-mail after the match - ExCrush had replied, she hasn't popped her chavvy out yet but she should be arriving in the next few days. ExCrush had had no idea about her sister, because she's had no contact with her dad or the children of his second wife for 15 years (I won't blab the full story on the internet but I was in regular contact with ExCrush when the estrangement happened and it wasn't her fault in the least). As she said "When I last saw [Carnival Queen] she was 5!!" ExCrush was genuinely pleased for her and thanked me for sharing the news.
It wasn't until 10 minutes into Trinidad v Sweden that I realised the discomfort and tiredness were just the heat. Had the back door open for the rest of the day.
