LOL

It's a great day for a drive I said
so with Mother aboard we cruised about...

Firstly to Southend for groceries then back taking the scenic route.
In Sainsbury's she didn't want to push the trolley so I advised her to keep out of the way of serious shoppers and plant her bones on one of the many benches so generously supplied by the grocer.

I shopped on filling the trolley with the don't care attitude of someone who doesn't care. Being loaded was meat, cream, brown sugar, ice cream, lemon curd, cheeses and many more happy foodstuffs. I'd got half way round when I thought I'd better check up on her, make sure she hadn't been carted off or something, no she was still there, little and pale unlike most of the other lady shoppers who looked liked they'd never missed a meal. I asked her if she was ok waiting for me she replied in the affirmative. The daughter shopped on.

My cashier was the very affable Paul, a young man with very badly screwed on legs whose disability doesn't, I'm pleased to say, affect his smutty brain.
We bantered as usual, mostly innuendo, and his big square face reddened with the blood which soars around his crooked frame.
He's a very good looking boy with the tenderest eyes and smoothest skin and as he swiped my loaves I wondered about him and why his legs were the way they were. I've seen him walking through the store and his gait makes for uncomfortable viewing, it's laboured and heavy, his legs split wide and low as he strides, he must be shattered just walking from the canned peaches to the jars of mustard. But soldiers on he does...
He has the wit of one scarred. Biting. Quick and sharp. But as the innuendo flows his mouth sneers and his eyes out stare mine
Respect.

Anyway I handed him some cash and we said our saucy 'see ya's'.

I lifted mama from the bench of bones then gripped her on the escalator and then we drove home.

After some tea and soup she wanted to go out again, this time to Hockley. So with he windows down and our shades on we hit the road.
Of course we bought loads of stuff...
For her it was books and bags, for me a skirt, blouse, woolly.


Back to a demanding Monty, apple flan and Ann Robinson."She's got a new man" mother informed me. "And she's looking well"
And so the innuendo flowed again............

Cooking tonight.
For the ladies: Liver, bacon, onions, mash and some sort of other veg
For Mr H. Ham, mash and some sort of other veg. He's not a liver man.
Pud will probably be a steamed jam pudding and custard.


I like the boys who do,
I like the boys who don't
I like the boys who say they will and then they say they won't...


I can't remember the last bit! LOL!