Thieving Bastards
I left work late tonight, so instead of going to Pilates, I went to Sainsbury’s.
I only really needed some cat food.
I spent £60.
Part of that was down to them having some very good wine offers on at the moment, with some nice wines at half price, putting them less than £4 a bottle.
And of course, once I had bought a couple, it’s then worth buying 4 more, since I get another 25% off.
Lots of other things were bought - cat litter, washing powder, diet coke.
When I got home, Mister was waiting for me. Very vocal, as he had obviously been hanging around in the rain, waiting for me. I opened the front door to let him in, and then went back to the car to get the shopping.
I loaded up with shopping bags first time round.
Second time, I grabbed some more shopping bags, my lunch cool bag, and my sports bag with my pilates stuff in.
By this time, Mister is totally getting on my nerves, insisting on walking underfoot and almost tripping me up.
While I was in the kitchen I heard, “Wine!”, and some clinking.
I ran to the front door, and just caught sight of a bike riding off behind the neighbours wall.
Bastards had grabbed all 6 bottles of wine in the nice cardboard wine carrier the nice lady at Sainsbury’s had offered as I was putting them into carrier bags.
I suppose it serves me right for not shutting the boot of the car, but for god’s sake, it was a matter of seconds.
I feel sick.