Wednesday 22 December 2010

Trolleys - Part Two

I've done it!

I wasn't going to. As I struggled to and fro laden with shopping bags (we are close to the shops, so rarely have to use the car) , I was determined to hold out against the shopping trolley. That little voice kept telling me I wasn't old enough; that a shopping trolley was the beginning of the slippery slope (together with thick stockings, big knickers and bubbly grey perms). But then I saw it.

It was bright and blue and cheerful, with yellow daisies. It was very, very cheap. and it called to me. In I went, and wheeled it about a bit. It was wonderful. It turned on a sixpence, was easy to park, and had plenty of room. So I bought it.

How did I ever manage without it? I wheeled it through the streets of Devizes (pulling, not pushing. You don't run so many people over that way), light as a feather (although by now, competely full) and wondered how on earth I had ever managed without it.

It is my Christmas present to myself (John's present to me is apparently stranded in Turkey, so I need cheering up). And I LOVE it!

5 comments:

  1. haha Glad you're loving.

    As an interesting (or boring) aside, our expression in the states is, "turns on a dime." So I checked.

    Sure enough, 10 cents (a dime) is roughly sixpence.

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  2. You should get one, Nevets. You won't regret it.

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  3. Picture needed of this remarkable item!

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  4. It sounds lovely with the daisies and all - and I second the request for a picture :-)

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