Groceries on demand

GroceriesEver since the delivery guys mistakenly pressed our buzzer instead of the flat they needed, I’ve been intrigued with the idea of having groceries delivered. I had always thought such services were the domain of the physically challenged or wealthy.
Not that I need to whittle away at my scant reasons to leave the flat already, but I felt compelled to give the service a whirl. I have a Tesco ClubCard; I have a bank card. Tomorrow, I’ll have a kitchen full of groceries carried up two flights of stairs by cheerful delivery folk.

Initially, I haven’t saved any time in doing this online but that’s down to feeling out the system and seeing what is and isn’t offered regarding my routine list. I anticipate that through occasional top-up style shopping and reduced temptation to impulse buy, this could work out very well for better adhering to a budget.

Time will be saved overall, as I tend to degrade into a shopping zombie when in the grocery, often reading far too many labels (on things I’m not even buying), and treating certain aisles as museums of cultural curiosities (like the world food aisles). Not that I’ve got anything truly more important to do, but it’s nice to know that I don’t have to have mobility issues or a fat bank account to enjoy having someone else carry up all the heavy stuff once in awhile. 😉


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  2. You should answer the door with four 800-page books on html and css balances on your head- exactly like the Indian women carrying half a ton of water on their heads.

    When they’re done giving you all your stuff, look them in they eye and say….what a dainty life you laddies have….if you only knew my pain.

  3. I promise not to answer the door in nothing but a towel like a friend and I did when we were teens… we thought we’d get a free pizza. Turns out the old guy couldn’t care less about a couple of 16 year old girls in terry cloth. Oh well… lol

  4. You and Neil going to let your hair grow long and scraggly, stop bathing , start smelling funny, and hoard empty milk cartons too?

    Going to the grocery store is good for you. You get fresh air, see people, get your butts hit by shopping carts, get to glare at old ladies who decide to tell each other all about (and I mean ALL) their various medical ailments IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ISLE, try the grapes that everyone else has handled and try not to think where those hands have been. Of course, your fingers have quit possibly been up your nose, too. Oh, and it’s always fun to make mean faces at very young children when their Moms aren’t looking–scares the Hell out of them, especially if they are too young to talk. Actually, I haven’t tried that yet, but it sure sounds like fun!

    I think I feel the need to go to the store tomorrow. I’m sure there must be something I need. Oooh yeah.

    To tell the truth, I’m just jealous. We don’t have delivery here. Oh, well, it keeps me from wearing my pajamas 24/7. I actually said that as if it’s a good thing!

  5. As you’ve seen on Ian’s blog, Tesco is pretty good. We do actually get produce from there, not always from ‘local markets’ as Ian said. Since we only order every 3-4 weeks we do have to top on up perishables like milk & bread, but it’s really nice to have all the canned, frozen, and large bulky items come direct to your door! I’m an expat too, and I still like to have a wander around the store from time to time, just to see what’s out there (even after 3 years I still find stuff that mystifies me). Of course, if I bring Ian, I don’t get to see much because he distracts me with his constant moaning and putting unsuitable things in the cart. Like a toddler really 🙂 “Put those back, you don’t need an entire bag of doughnuts!”

  6. two sixteen year olds…..that’s like one 32 year old.

    with love,
    Lucasian Scholar of Mathematics and Virgin

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