The war with Tesco has finally come to an end. After many years of complaining to customer services, followed by assurances that they had changed and we would never be sent out of date food again, or discover our items had gone missing, I have called a truce.
I will not be using Tesco online, for my weekly shop, again.
This week, we decided to try Morrisons, just for a change. They were amazing. Everything we ordered was delivered, there were no substitutions, or food with poor use by dates. We were even given a free gingerbread man! The only thing Tesco have given us, in the past, was stress.
Morrisons were brilliant. I would highly recommend them. I am sure I have cursed it all now and they will send me a severed head in a box, next week.
There is a reason that I try to avoid self-service salad bars – hygiene. Some may call this paranoid. What I witnessed yesterday, gives weight to my reasons to steer clear of these bacteria traps…
While visiting a local Harvester restaurant, I observed the comings and goings from the salad counter. It was naturally busy. A group of young children gathered around a bread basket. One took a roll, using his hands. His father then arrived, they had a chat, before the kid returned the roll (still in his clenched fist), alongside all it’s brothers and sisters.
It gets worse. Much worse…
Towards the end of the meal, another diner – this time a grown man, so totally unacceptable – approached the dressings and condiments. Without giving a second thought, he picked up a ladle from a bowl of some sauce, brought it to his lips, had a taste, before returning it! Ewww! Ewww! Ewww! These people are pigs!
In other ‘Salad Bar Sightings’, I spotted a former Bath City player. I’m pleased to say that he had impeccable buffet etiquette, compared to many of the other diners.
I awoke this morning to the very sad news that former footballer Liam Miller had died.
I had been aware he was suffering from cancer, but it now turns out things must have been worse than first feared, and he lost his battle against the disease. This is terrible, especially considering he was just 36.
Over the years, I have mentioned Liam in my blogs, as he scored one of my favourite goals of all time, in a game I have seen live – the winner in a 4-3 victory for Leeds at Southampton (after being 3-0 down).
Rest in peace, Liam. I am sure AFC Heaven will be a much stronger football club for your presence.
There have been lots of hamsters in the news lately. Yesterday, I blogged about the hamster who came back from the dead (in a bin). This evening, I have read about an emotional support hamster, who got flushed down the toilet by its owner.
I will never find out if my old hamster, Dennis Wise, was really dead when I put him in the dustbin. One thing I am certain of is, that he was never flushed down the lavatory.
This story has me worried now. My own pet hamster, Dennis Wise, died in 2010. As I lived in a flat and was unable to bury him, I put his body in the bin. Maybe he wasn’t dead at all!
About Me
So you stumbled across my blog. No doubt after searching for something bizarre on Google. Before you hit that 'Back Button', why not stay and have a read for a few minutes?
If you are after a website which gives advice on how to hack an iPhone X, download the latest Steven Seagal movie, or view nudy ladies, you've come to the wrong place and may now press 'Back'.
However, if you would like a lifestyle blog, written by a 30-something chap, living in Bath (England), feast your eyes on this.
You won't discover how to copy PlayStation 4 games. What you will find is a blog, covering life in the West Country, the highs and lows of supporting two unsuccessful football teams, while sharing a house with a wife and rabbit.
All written by a man, somewhere on the sanity-scale between normal and eccentric.
