Shopping with someone else's card...
Sometime during Friday night, Paul realised he was about to move into a clean, empty new flat without any furniture, appliances, crockery, or even linen. I think it struck him like christmas day pounces on a kid with ADD- he would have to go shopping, BIG shopping, and NOW. Cue excited phone call.
Sunday was the day. Starting at 11am we went to Briscoes, the homeware store. Paul started slowly with a duvet cover and sheet set, some huge fluffy towels, and a bath mat. He even took time to deliberate the finer points of high thread count vs. colour, mite-proof pillows vs. feather, and bathmat absorbency.
Such deliberation went out the window when we entered the appliance aisle, as the tone of Paul's shopping went all Generation Game. A stainless-steel kettle with soft-touch opening lid! A Breville steak press! A coffee machine! A computer-controlled blender! ("Paul, I have a blender." "I dont care, this one's got a digital display..") By the time we got to the tableware section the shopping cart was full, and we started piling glassware precariously. A couple of crockery sets, some rather attractive wine glasses, spirit glasses, drinking vessels, all teetering atop the shopping trolley.
We stripped the shelves of all their top-rung products and negotiated the checkout (the checkout girl kinda freaked out when the total reached four digits, and scrutinised Paul's signature and photo ID for a good minute or two.) This was to set the theme for the rest of the day ("Ooh! Shiny! Grab four sets, Grant!") as we made our way round Farmers (giant squishy leather couch and 2 recliners) The Warehouse (contemporary stainless cutlery set, knife block and surprisingly usable knives, 10kg laundry powder).
Eventually biology and physical constraints put an end to the shopping madness: we were hungry and the truck was *full*. That would be Sunday arvo drinkies and food with David and Paul, then. I'm still a little exhausted from all the bag-carrying and cart-pushing, and I'm not sure Paul's credit card has recovered either. It was looking a little wilted at the end of play yesterday.
Paul and Alan arrived home this morning. I dragged myself out of bed and went to collect them from the airport at 1am, got them unpacked and tucked into bed, and promptly passed out on the couch. It's been a long weekend.
Sunday was the day. Starting at 11am we went to Briscoes, the homeware store. Paul started slowly with a duvet cover and sheet set, some huge fluffy towels, and a bath mat. He even took time to deliberate the finer points of high thread count vs. colour, mite-proof pillows vs. feather, and bathmat absorbency.
Such deliberation went out the window when we entered the appliance aisle, as the tone of Paul's shopping went all Generation Game. A stainless-steel kettle with soft-touch opening lid! A Breville steak press! A coffee machine! A computer-controlled blender! ("Paul, I have a blender." "I dont care, this one's got a digital display..") By the time we got to the tableware section the shopping cart was full, and we started piling glassware precariously. A couple of crockery sets, some rather attractive wine glasses, spirit glasses, drinking vessels, all teetering atop the shopping trolley.
We stripped the shelves of all their top-rung products and negotiated the checkout (the checkout girl kinda freaked out when the total reached four digits, and scrutinised Paul's signature and photo ID for a good minute or two.) This was to set the theme for the rest of the day ("Ooh! Shiny! Grab four sets, Grant!") as we made our way round Farmers (giant squishy leather couch and 2 recliners) The Warehouse (contemporary stainless cutlery set, knife block and surprisingly usable knives, 10kg laundry powder).
Eventually biology and physical constraints put an end to the shopping madness: we were hungry and the truck was *full*. That would be Sunday arvo drinkies and food with David and Paul, then. I'm still a little exhausted from all the bag-carrying and cart-pushing, and I'm not sure Paul's credit card has recovered either. It was looking a little wilted at the end of play yesterday.
Paul and Alan arrived home this morning. I dragged myself out of bed and went to collect them from the airport at 1am, got them unpacked and tucked into bed, and promptly passed out on the couch. It's been a long weekend.
