Is it part of a primeval urge or a product of being brought up by parents who experienced the Depression? Whenever we are in town I head off to the nearby shopping centre to see what I can find. Is there a bargain to be had, a special price on something or just products that don't appear in my small country supermarket.
For yes, it's the supermarket I head for, not the other shops on offer.
And today I was rewarded. After coffee (free, thanks to a coupon in my letter box) I wandered the supermarket aisles (that counts as exercise doesn't it?). I chatted to someone about the price of lemons (70 cents each) as I thought about the large bag I had brought with me from our backyard trees.
And then there it was - a leg of ham reduced to a ridiculous price. Just what I wanted to go with the turkey for my celebratory dinner with the family. Best before next Monday. Surely we'd be able to do our best if we shared it around. (Ignoring my daughter's comment that the large pack of toilet paper is not a bargain if I give half to her. Of course it is. A bargains a bargain........)
Feeding the family, finding what's, bagging a bargain. An age old instinct and I love it.
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