While I was there I remembered that I needed a few more things than I had initially thought, so I dashed around filling my trolley up with essential items like a large water purifier, 2 full chickens (you know how I love a good special), mince meat, Christmas decorations, milk, bread, loads of fruit and veg etc. I paid for it, swiped my newly acquired Migros points card and packed it all into the shopping bags that I had remembered to bring along, feeling rather proud that I had finally gotten the Swiss shopping thing right...trust me its harder than you think.
As I pushed my trolley out the store and looked around for my car I remembered...I no longer have one of those and my legs are now my means of transportation. I felt a cold chill run down my spine as gazed at my heap of grocery bags and imagined myself getting them home by foot.
I refrained from calling Steve and wining about the crises I had on my hands, partially because I am an INDEPENDENT WOMAN and also because I am unable to make calls or send sms' off my South African phone as it does not have international roaming and I have not yet received my Swiss Sim card. I then grabbed at my bags full of poultry, sweet potato and the other 37 heaviest objects in the store and I dragged them the full 1.5km home, stopping every 100m to adjust the bags and glare at a local who was strolling past me with a pull along shopping bag.
I did however eventually make it home, and up the 4 flights of stairs to our apartment and when Steve got home he heard all about the trials and tribulations of being a Swiss house wife.
The daily shoulder massages I received from him and promises of my own pull along shopping trolley were really the only reason I agreed to continue being a Swiss house wife.
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| The majority of the bloody groceries from 'That Day' |
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