One of the things I hadn't really taken into account on arrival here was that I can't just pop across to the shop when I run out of something. At home, the 'store' was two minutes walk away, and a flat walk at that. I didn't have to think ahead to make sure I didn't run out of milk for my tea, or bread to go under the marmalade. Here, the nearest store is one mile away, and down a near vertical slope. For those of you familiar with the Lake District, it is akin to a mile of the Kirkstone Pass between me and my chocolate.
This is of some concern.
Not to be outdone, today I prepared my rucksack, a bottle of water and some comfy shoes and set off. On arriving at the store, I realised it is an interesting discipline, shopping by weight. As I added each item into my basket, I was thinking, do I really need a heavy tin of tomatoes? Do I really need another jar of jam? The pasta twirls seemed quite a bit lighter than the spaghetti and I definitely didn't fancy any potatoes or (and this rather sadly) any watermelon.
I filled up my rucksack and started up the North Face of the Eiger. I wondered about the thinness of the air as I ascended, (but realised this couldn't be an issue as the kettle takes an age to boil). I wondered whether the Yeti had been seen lately, but decided it was too warm and he would have melted. I wondered who I would eat when rations ran out, but remembered I had sufficient supplies on my back, which meant I wouldn't have to take a chomp out of my own arm.
It actually only took 30 mins to get back to the snugness of my apartment. I had just enough energy left to shrug the shopping onto the counter and roll onto the settee, kicking my shoes off as I did so.
A bit later, I decided that due to all the exercise, I was in danger of experiencing a calorie deficit, so enjoyed opening the fridge and deciding which of my hard won treats was going first.
This is of some concern.
Not to be outdone, today I prepared my rucksack, a bottle of water and some comfy shoes and set off. On arriving at the store, I realised it is an interesting discipline, shopping by weight. As I added each item into my basket, I was thinking, do I really need a heavy tin of tomatoes? Do I really need another jar of jam? The pasta twirls seemed quite a bit lighter than the spaghetti and I definitely didn't fancy any potatoes or (and this rather sadly) any watermelon.
I filled up my rucksack and started up the North Face of the Eiger. I wondered about the thinness of the air as I ascended, (but realised this couldn't be an issue as the kettle takes an age to boil). I wondered whether the Yeti had been seen lately, but decided it was too warm and he would have melted. I wondered who I would eat when rations ran out, but remembered I had sufficient supplies on my back, which meant I wouldn't have to take a chomp out of my own arm.
It actually only took 30 mins to get back to the snugness of my apartment. I had just enough energy left to shrug the shopping onto the counter and roll onto the settee, kicking my shoes off as I did so.
A bit later, I decided that due to all the exercise, I was in danger of experiencing a calorie deficit, so enjoyed opening the fridge and deciding which of my hard won treats was going first.
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