I’ve had one of those days today.
Felt great, apart from a whopping great cold sore that is trying its best to erupt from my bottom lip. It’s like a gargantuan carbuncle that somehow managed to attach itself to my mouth as I was walking in the thick fog that was yesterday (Friday).
I didn’t notice it attack me, or anything, but I did notice there were pockets of fog that felt as though they were minus forty degrees, temperature-wise. And I think it is whilst I was in one of these pockets, chilled to my very core, that the pesky virus struck.
I got up this morning, and looked like one of those bears from the Hair Bear Bunch cartoon from centuries ago. I usually get up in a morning looking like that, but this morning was worse. Much worse. My hair was completely untameable. Out of control. Out of this world. I’m sure if I’d been near a radio, it would have started receiving signals from outer space. I honestly think that my hair was reaching for the stars!
And I had to go shopping.
Sainsbury’s (other supermarkets are available!) was the shop where I went to by choice. The trolley I chose was selected completely at random. And that was where battle number two began.
Walking around the supermarket pushing the trolley, I felt like I was constantly walking up hill. The front left wheel felt as though it was magnetised, and was dragging me in every direction apart from forwards, and the shop was full of other shoppers. At times it was as though I was participating in some kind of superstore slalom, with the other shoppers as the flagpoles and I was going uphill rather than down.
Christmas music was being played, which made a nice change, and I would have enjoyed it more if I wasn’t having a mini work-out keeping the trolley on the straight and narrow. The good thing about that struggle, however, meant that I’d forgotten about the top of my head. Temporarily.
I needed frozen sausage rolls, and when I reached the freezer where the frozen sausage rolls were, I was met by, well, devastation. It looked as though an avalanche had ripped through the top of the freezer, and buried all the large sausage rolls beneath tonnes of ice. The small sausage rolls on the shelf below were fine, but they weren’t the ones I wanted. And, after using every sinew of my body to keep the trolley from causing any kind of damage around the aisles, I didn’t have any strength to start to dig sausage rolls out.
I decided to leave the sausage rolls. My legs, arms and hands were throbbing due to the extreme trolley pushing. My head was throbbing because my hair was reaching further from my head than any hair should be allowed to go. And my mouth was throbbing because of the alien life form that was trying to emerge from my lip.
Shattered, I arrived at the checkout. The lady on the till looked at me as though I’d been dragged through a hedge backwards, as she asked if I wanted any carrier bags, which I did. Shopping scanned and paid for, it was time to leave.
Time to head out into the dark and cold Saturday evening. At least there nobody could see me. I told myself.
Don’t forget, I’m hosting a blog party on December 21st, so please come along and add your comments for that day’s post and join in the fun. There are a couple of links over to the right which will give a few more details as to what the party is all about, and I’ve included a few reminders in my current header. If you want to promote a friend’s blog, a stranger’s blog, or your own blog, or just say hi, or participate in one (or more) of my little writing challenges (and other surprises!) on your blog and add a link to it here, please feel free! Which brings me to this… my first writing challenge:
The fun side to a bad hair day.
I always have fun on bad hair days, and this writing challenge is exactly that! Meant to be fun, I mean, not a bad hair day… although if it is the end of the world on the 21st, it may just be that too! OK then, on that thought, have fun anyway… it really is the only way! And, oh – the writing challenge is on now, by the way, not only the 21st – there are a few more challenges to come, and it may be a bit much to do them all on the same day!
The Mansionic Perspective 
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