... sorry, buggy.
I grow old ... I grow old ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Well, T.S., I'm getting older not shorter but I do like the sentiment.
Years ago, when in Toronto I threatened to buy The Old Girl a grocery buggy. She remonstrated about this saying that only old people pulled those along.
Years later, when in Wellington in 2020 I bought her one of these as she had to walk from Egmont Street to Moore Wilson's in College Street or New World at Chaffer's Basin to do her shopping. At first she again remonstrated against it but after a while started to use the contraption. I didn't.
Yesterday, as I made up a list of things needed from the local Superette - Fresh Choice in Cuba Street, I noted that the items would be too many for a carry bag so I took the old folks buggy with me.
I felt like a really old geezer but discovered that it is a very useful device that takes a lot of effort and hassle out of pedestrian based grocery shopping.
I guess I'll be going out in public in my slippers soon like Richard does.
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Do they make those buggies in the Wairarapa?
I have a better chance of slipping in my shoes than I have in my slippers.
"I felt like a really old geezer but discovered that it is a very useful device." But you are an old geezer. You're quite a bit older than me!
Robert is closed up again. Big surprise. Peter is probably out with his buggy
In the Hutt we just hop in our car. The roads are two way and parking easy and normally free.
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