I managed to order my shopping from Ocado with an early delivery time between 7.30 and 8.30 a.m today. I had made an early slot as I had to attend hospital for a consultation.
An appearance in my pyjamas and dressing gown I didn’t want to consider, so I was up and showered, dressed, ready for my delivery. Cat howling as she didn’t fancy the food that I put out. “Don’t worry puss your favourite food is coming”. In reality it didn’t quite turn out like that. There was a problem at the distribution centre and the outcome was no food delivered today. Alternative times did not suit so I will have to push my trolley around Waitrose.
I had a horrible day yesterday. Someone had reported I had failed to pick up some dog poo from the garden. This was a lie, but I felt hurt and I worried where all this would lead. Would we have to leave, where would we go.