I know God hates me because I’m an atheist and when he sees me out in the garden, he sends it down.
He must have been otherwise occupied this morning because I actually got a lot of weeding done before he woke up that I was out there.
I had a coffee while I caught up on other blogs and (for me) had a stunning idea.
I’ll go shopping.
Wait a minute! I hate shopping! And I hate to drive in the rain (to be fair to God, though, it wasn’t heavy).
Friday is my usual food shopping day. I go to a small local centre where there’s a supermarket, PO, newsagent, bank, hot bread shop, butcher and a chemist. It’s about a 12 km return trip. My record for getting there, getting the groceries and getting home is 40 minutes. Not bad for an anti-shopper (and without speeding).
There’s a bigger shopping centre about twice that distance away, where I only go when I want something they have that the small centre doesn’t.
I’d almost run out of chicken stock and there’s a chicken place there that sells 3 chicken carcases for a dollar. Can’t get better value than that.
There’s also an el cheapo bookshop where everything’s $5 and an el cheapo greengrocer (although I prefer to shop for fruit & veggies at a Sunday market where the stuff is local).
Three chicken carcases in the stockpot (note: rainwater only, don’t want toxic fluoride in my system):
Two books, one on beekeeping (I will, one day) and a risotto recipe book. Since I made the mushroom risotto so easily in the Thermomix, I’m sold on risottos:
Five litres of delicious chicken stock. I can’t understand why anyone would want to buy the dishwatery stuff in a carton:
So not a bad outcome, eh God? Can’t keep a good atheist down, even on a rainy day!