The many and various ways I pass the time now has a new addition. Usually it involves drinking coffee whilst sitting at a computer keeping in touch with chums, or sipping wine sitting on our tiny terrace catching the sun, and wondering what else I can do to avoid any cleaning or tidying or putting away of stuff and things that aren't even MINE. And now I am going to type this blog. Provided that doesn't become a chore as well, in which case...

Thursday, 16 May 2013

Leaving The New Baby At Home...

...while we drive over for our big supermarket shop.  The Husband is a little bit pouty about it, but I have insisted we take the Peugeot or

a) The Peugeot will get equally sulky, and rightly so, and

b) we will come back with two bags of shopping instead of the usual five (five bags, £150, every ten days, on average, which includes garden plants, cleaning materials, toiletries, household items and alcoholic indulgences, as well as groceries and non-alcoholic beverages).

The Little Green Dragon can't get much junk in her trunk.  I was warned by the previous owner not to be tempted to take her away on holiday as "all you can get in there is a couple of pairs of clean knickers". 

I haven't seen the boot open yet, so I am not sure how true this is.  Well, obviously it is not a literal truth, but an amusing exaggeration, but I don't even know how justifiable an amusing exaggeration it is.  I think there is a spare tyre and a basic tool kit in there already.  Add a small can of goof juice (as The Husband calls spare petrol) and a litre bottle of tap water for the dog and I reckon only the smallest of weekend bags is possible.

Think of the tiny little vanity case Grace Kelly so charmingly rocks up with in Rear Window (when she comes to stay the night to take care of an injured Jimmy Stewart, see above) which she demonstrates so memorably contains the sexiest, slinkiest of silky nighties. 

I reckon that could be the extent of it.

Not exactly what I pack to go away.  My meds and make-up alone would take up that much space.  Without which no-one would want to be on holiday with me, I promise you!

So a decent supermarket shop cannot be done in the MGB.  Oh, how The Husband's lovely silly daft face has dropped since I had to be firm with him about that. I have been almost moved to pity, but only almost.

As I know fine well he'll get over it when we take her out at tea-time instead...


  1. Hari Om
    That was a super giggle regarding wrangling the 'wrapper' yesterday never mind wrestling the wiggle-stick! I can only imagine the 'trunk'; the entire MG is a snug fit, so perhaps rather think of it as your mobile picker-nicker basket!!! Wouldn't Yogi have fun with that?

    Clearly The Dog has taken the role of navigator very seriously. Not so sure about Lady P though... Audrey Hepburn came to mind when I saw the piccie with the glasses!

    I think there are going to be lots of fun posts coming from the LGD. Cheers, YAM xx

    1. I would need some proper elegant designer sunspecs and a Hermes scarf to even I don't think Hepburn comes in a UK16-18! I am not at all sure if I can ape or mimic any film star with my heft, but sweet of you to say, Yam.

      MGB (the human one)

  2. Of course you had to leave her at home to go shopping. She's not a work-horse, she's a thoroughbred and not meant for carrying loads. :-) We're still getting to grips with the reduced carrying capacity of the B-Max when compared to our old Escort estate, which could carry the most enormous amount.

    1. The Peugeot is a handy beast of burden, and a quiet, smooth drive. There is also a stereo, a working heater and power steering. I have not forgotten her charms...