I do my shopping on Tuesdays.
I leave the house at exactly 8.05am, and arrive at my supermarket at 8.30am; just as the doors open.
My list is written almost like a travel map; I know the layout of the store so well that I can write down everything in the order that I pass around the aisles. Dog food first, fresh fruit and veg last.
From entering to leaving usually takes me about 30 mins, and by the time I leave the building I'm hot and breathless, and my spex are steamed-up; that bloody face mask takes its toll.... I feel very sorry for the check-out girls who wear them all day long.
I've noticed recently that I become a little nervous about my weekly trip. Not because of any fear of catching the virus, but because my sorties are so infrequent. I'm perfectly aware that my feelings are illogical; but they remain.
No doubt this is all due to a year's lockdown. I feel wary of going out, but even so, delighted to do so at least once a week.