Guest House Paradiso
5:45pm. I have just returned home, my pockets bulging and my arms stretching from the weight of, in no particular order:
- 2 litres of Apple/Blackcurrant juice
- 2 litres of milk
- 2 potatoes of the ilk that the supermarket describes as "Nadine" – one moderately large, and one absolutely fucking enormous – as big as my hand, though not as conveniently shaped
- DVD of Guest House Paradiso
- 4 Granny Smith apples
- 1 cos lettuce (why? ‘Cos…)
- 2 tomatoes
- 6 slices of chicken loaf for Isaac’s school sandwiches
- Star Wars: The Phantom Menace DVD, complete with the limited edition flimsy cardboard sleeve
- Italian herb sausages
- enough chocolate to well and truly keep me going until the next time Safeway has Cadbury stuff on sale
- honey (yes dear?)
- a packet of the kids’ favourite almost-meal-in-a-box, Kraft Macaroni cheese
- 5 bread rolls
- plus a Bill Bryson book I’d left the house with
Not bad, especially travelling on foot.
Most of this stuff I’d normally bring home anyway on a Sunday afternoon as part of my shopping ritual. I ended up with the DVDs because… ummm… well, because there were some pretty damn good discounts at K-Mart today, and according to my schedule of buying one per month, I was due for another one. The other can be next month’s. Or maybe it could be a reward to myself for having to work a not-insignificant minority of the weekend. Yeah. Retail therapy. That’s it.
Of course, retail therapy sounds a bit… well – girly – doesn’t it. Something about boys and their toys would probably go better at this point. Whatever.
The Phantom Menace is one of many movies I meant to see when it was in the cinema, but never got around to. Okay, so going out and buying the DVD may seem a bit extreme, but if you consider that OKAY, OKAY, I GOT SUCKED IN BY ALL THE HYPE, OKAY?!? Phew.
10pm. And it’s damn funny, too. The kind of unpredictable, brainless juvenile movie that’s great for relaxing with on a Sunday night and having a bloody good laugh. Who knows, it might even inspire some new Ron & Jeff.
Of course, there was me thinking I had extra hour before I should get to bed. But that’s only because I haven’t switched most of the household clocks to summer time yet… Damn.