BurbleChaz

Up betimes and off to the market, with the intention of gathering provender for the weekend. Market closed. Poot. Back home, stopping to pick up some coffee. All three coffee shops closed. Double Poot. Back home to check supplies. Coffee, check, milk, nope. Out to convenience store. One litre of milk available that meets requirements. No change for a fifty bar. Triple Poot. Back home, scrabble some coins together, downstairs, buy milk, stop by booze shop to save another trip. Booze shop closed. Quadruple poot. Home. Eggs. Bread. Coffee. Success.

Much more of that and I'd have nailed someone to a tree.