I finally found it, although I never thought I had lost it really. I just knew it must be somewhere. It all began with a pack of Emmentaler cheese, not that it is my favourite cheese, but I like a little variety in the evening with my cold cuts. The cheese was missing and I know I bought it. And then this morning I realised that I should have a small loaf of cut bread for frying with my fried eggs and spam for the evening meal. It went on further. Where are the tomatoes I bought to accompany my eggs for the great fry up and for my pizza tomorrow?
This was really getting serious. We would starve and no way was I going on another shopping trip tomorrow, that did not come into the question. I do not harbour suicidal thoughts and that would be the result of shopping on Saturday after Good Friday and before Easter Sunday. I had so carefully planned everything. I even had two supersized chocolate Easter bunnies which had not disappeared. It was time for my after lunch sleep, but I was tossing and turning and then I had a brilliant idea. The missing items were not in the fridge or in a cupboard and I know I bought them. When I awoke from my troubled sleep I decided to visit my parked car in the garage.
I opened the boot and there is was, a black shopping bag, which I otherwise never use, sitting in a black holder in a very dark boot of the car. There were too many shadows and too much black, but it was a shopping bag and there was even a spring onion poking out of it. I had not even missed my spring onions? And so I found it all again, it was not forgotten, it was not a moment of forgetfulness in a golden oldie memory, although admittedly I did forget to take the bag out of the car when I arrived home. I just had one bag too many to balance on my walker, but the Easter food is saved. Easter never did have a good place in my shopping memories, too much stress.
At least I managed to cook todays lunch with no problems.
Not exactly master-chef presentation, but it was my second plate full. The first looked much better.