This last week a welcome period of calm has reigned over Chez Kojak. After last weeks shennanigans and at the risk of tempting Fate's fickle finger to jab in my direction I am revelling in it. The new fridge-freezer is quietly humming away and I am consuming the first product of the new breadmaker with relish. I abided strictly by the manufacturer's recipe for my first attempt but I may feel confident to try a variation next. This will require the ageing brain cells to slowly awaken. Some mathematical calculations will be needed as the new all-singing & dancing bread machine makes a larger loaf than the old one. It is hoped that this will not result in a similarly larger Kojak waistline. Having said that, there appears to be something missing from the fridge - the chocolate shelf is bare. My willpower being what it is, I feel that a visit to Messrs. Morrisons is called for. This will give me the added excitement of indulging in a spot of trolley rage. Although I am myself a gentleman of a certain age I still feel compelled to growl when wrinklies stop for no apparent reason, often in busy shop doorways.
True to form I had not even entered the supermarket when someone abruptly stopped in the doorway and looked around. Now the entrance is quite neat and tidy but it has no architectural merit which would cause one to halt suddenly and look around in wonder. As the person was also towing one of those wheeled shopping bags the sudden stop created quite a bit of carnage. A gentle stroll as befits a gentleman of a certain age suddenly changed to something approaching a hop, step & jump. Younger readers will know this as a triple jump. Whatever the name, Kojak entered Morrisons at a rather quicker pace than he had anticipated and narrowly averted a swallow dive into the pile of baskets. Fortunately the remainder of the shopping expedition passed without incident and I returned home shaken but not stirred. On the bright side, the chocolate shelf in the fridge is now full...
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