Yesterday was most assuredly one lazy day. No shopping other than in Peili Square nearby and no blogging. Aside from cooking my dinner and looking unsuccessfully for a battery, I behaved like Sid the Sloth.
I had intended to change my bedding and utilise the one pillow I had inherited. To date I have been using a quilt as a bedroll and covering it with a sheet so I thought I would finally make it “proper” even though the pillow looks too big for me. I could quite happily just use a small bolster to support my neck (or a soft feather pillow) and indeed often did in the past. Going through the neatly folded bedding I discovered I didn’t have a pillowcase anyway!
The battery was as a direct consequence of my sleeping in last Monday. I realised I didn’t need to buy an alarm clock, I had one somewhere that I have had for over two decades. It’s a travelling alarm, a Dalvey Voyager that was a Christmas present from an old flame I lived with for a while. I saw it advertised in the Telegraph and threw away a comment that it was beautiful. I was stunned to receive it as a gift months later. It has my initials engraved and sentimental value, so even though I haven’t used it in fifteen years I won’t part with it. I could have sourced a battery from the “cave” but I had worn my new shoes and didn’t want to push my feet too far in preparation for wearing them to work today.
I attach photos of the clock and a relatively rare shot in China of my dinner last night, a roast chicken meal on my new plate. No, I couldn’t eat more than half of it.
No sleeping in this morning and the madman and his little bus arrived instead of the big comfortable one. There was one seat left by the time it got to me but at least we got there on time and alive.
I could have sworn Janet told me this week was the art exhibition and I had no class on Friday. I had planned to go to school in the morning to see the displays but others tell me it is happening next week so now I am confused. I await clarification. I don’t want to get up at five for nothing.
After school I went to the supermarket. After buying two batteries for the clock on the way in at the excellent price of 5y apiece, I needed a couple of pillowcases but whilst there I saw some nice pillows. I only need one and at least I know I will be the only one to have used it. Avoiding the expensive ones, I selected what I thought was a good quality example for 40y. I then mooched around the vegetable section. To my delight they now have two types of potato, the latest additions looking like overgrown new potatoes. I have been getting really tired of peeling spuds and on cutting them open finding they have huge masses of disgusting brown inside them - and no evidence of the problem within when seen from the surface. Delighted, I bought enough for three meals and I hope they live up to expectations.
News just in. Janet DID tell me it was this week and she made a mistake. I can sleep late tomorrow.
Anyway, there was a bit of a queue to get vegetables weighed and it soon became apparent why. There was a slug of a boy (I have seen him doing the weighing very occasionally) who took at least ten seconds on every bag to seal it with the sticky price tag. Had he been new to the job of course I could understand but this was painful.
The woman in front of me must own a restaurant judging by the volume of bags she had but finally it was my turn. I handed my two little bags of spuds over and the lazy fat slug, instead of handing them back to me, put them on the counter beside him! I couldn’t believe it. It meant I had to move other people and their trolleys all because he couldn’t be bothered handing them to me standing two feet away! For what it was worth, I gave him some choice words and a young man in the queue laughed and told me to “take it easy”. I smiled back and asked him if he enjoyed having been kept waiting for ages because someone clearly didn’t actually want to do their job. I swear if the potatoes hadn’t been a lovely looking novelty here I would have left them, walked off and bought some back here from a stall.
But that wasn’t the end of it. At the checkout my pillow, instead of being 40y as stated on the shelf, was 174y!!!!!! No wonder I thought it was good quality! This time I DID have a newbie serving me (no uniform as yet) and a queue behind me. Not her fault and I didn’t want to hold everyone up or go back to find the cheaper ones so I just had to wipe my mouth. Why the hell they can’t stick prices on packets is beyond me unless it is to be able to sell more expensive goods by misleading the consumer. Grrr. I had better get a good sleep from it.
It’s a beautiful and clear day today which augurs well for tonight’s supermoon. Joan tells me Chizhou is cloudy and she may possibly not get to witness it, which is a shame. I don’t miss the rain in Chizhou one little bit, in fact it is worth leaving that behind and suffering the dust here!
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