No More!

Simple - I am not going to the supermarket anymore. Before I start it should be noted I am not a millionaire and going to get my caviar shipped to my door. I am just another ordinary person, but I hate the supermarket. I hate that the food can be old, you have to wait for them to serve you or even have to serve yourself. I hate that I can't fit two toddlers and food in a trolley. I hate that they hide the milk and that staff look like they want to die or stab you. I hate that people are shouting at each other, their kids and to the woman who is day dreaming in the aisle. I hate it.

I did at a time enjoy it! We used to live in England and more importantly over the road from what was for a time Manchester's biggest Tesco. Twenty four hours a day we could get tv's, nappies, beer, sleeping bags or bathers (all of these items were purchased). The English and furthermore the British nation know supermarkets.

We live now at the beach in Tassie, but we both work in town (granted two separate towns) so it is decidedly easier and cheaper to go to the supermarket. I work shifts and weekends, so its obviously easier to go there, then wait for our local shop to be open or go to the butcher, baker and candlestickmaker. We also can't get shopping delivered, which has been suggested. I also know people who work at supermarkets, and I am not saying everyone stop going there and let these people have no job/let everyone with coles myer shares go bankrupt, it's just that I am not going there anymore and I probably won't be missed.

So this is just a blog to for me to tell people about how I am not going there and how to do it/not to do it, as I embark on my journey.