Hold your horses, there is not a Bitty Anonymous Expat on its way. There's just a very nice Tesco check-out woman who thinks I have kids. And she might think that because when she asked, I told her I did. You see, I might have gone a little bit overboard playing supermarket sweep this morning. I went to the register with such an overflowing cart that everything wouldn't fit back in it once it was bagged; the cashier had to call for a second cart. So when the cashier asked if I had kids [for school vouchers], I said yes. I really didn't want her to think that I was that crazy woman who buys a cart and a half of groceries for two people.
What can I say? I don't like empty cupboards and there are oh so many delicious foods to sample here. I promise not to go back to Tesco for at least two weeks. Maybe.
What can I say? I don't like empty cupboards and there are oh so many delicious foods to sample here. I promise not to go back to Tesco for at least two weeks. Maybe.
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