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Jan. 25th, 2023 11:13 pmOne of my minor victories today: not panic-buying a cylinder of CO2. We had an empty SodaStream canister that we definitely weren't going to refill from our larger CO2 canister, and not just because our larger CO2 canister needs refilling, which means we need to take a trip to Whipsnade Zoo, which means we need a car. Obviously.
So today's Outdoors Adventure (neatly avoiding rain!) involved picking up some drugs for me and also for A from the pharmacy; taking a photograph of a gate for THE GATE APPRECIATION SOCIETY on Facebook (A+ wholesome content, highly recommend if you're on FB anyway); and dropping said empty canister off for recycling at one of the places that sells SodaStream canisters and therefore participates in their recycling scheme. The way the recycling scheme works is that you get £10 off your next canister if you're handing an empty one in; the very cheerful and helpful and friendly assistant asked very kindly if I definitely didn't want a replacement...?
I am easily flustered and therefore found myself saying, approximately, oh, go on then, and indeed had got all of the cash out of my wallet, at which point Friendly Assistant said "oh! if you're paying by cash we'll need to use the other till--" and gestured me up to queue at the other till, which was otherwise occupied.
Which gave me long enough to recover some semblance of rational thought, recall that we already have An Abundance of cylinders at home, and that it would be vastly cheaper (and arguably more sound on various axes etc etc etc) to, if I were actually that desperate for Angry Water, just buy a 2l bottle of sparkling mineral water from a supermarket (£1.75 for a 4-pack) than to buy a Whole New Cylinder (£12.99 with bottle-return rebate), to add to our Pile Of Cylinders, which we would then need to return, whereupon the life cycle would repeat itself.
So I said "oh, no, sorry, I'm being silly, I'd just like to return the old one for recycling, please!" and fled.
Other things achieved: acquired intro Pilates book that I thought looked plausible acquired for A; found a shirt that we wound up going back to get for A also (because I have been venturing briefly into charity shops, masked, primarily to drop things off but while I'm In There...); some more getting to grips with our new schedule for meal-planning (after a fashion, at least); retrieved Large Glass Jars from the garage and decanted various seeds from the One Remaining Awkward Food Shelf into them from their loose bags; brought bike in to deal with the fact that the rear brake is being a problem again (and upended it, though did not actually get as far as Wrangling The Brake); had an Entire Moment over the Irish for "brain" being "in-head"; continued delighted with our other kitchen-rearrangement, such that it is now Much Easier for me to get the Instant Pot (and indeed the rice cooker) out and indeed put away again, so there's a very happy proto-loaf of mostly-wholemeal raisin-and-walnut that's been put to bed in the fridge for breakfast tomorrow. And now! it is also time to put my me to bed. Goodnight!
So today's Outdoors Adventure (neatly avoiding rain!) involved picking up some drugs for me and also for A from the pharmacy; taking a photograph of a gate for THE GATE APPRECIATION SOCIETY on Facebook (A+ wholesome content, highly recommend if you're on FB anyway); and dropping said empty canister off for recycling at one of the places that sells SodaStream canisters and therefore participates in their recycling scheme. The way the recycling scheme works is that you get £10 off your next canister if you're handing an empty one in; the very cheerful and helpful and friendly assistant asked very kindly if I definitely didn't want a replacement...?
I am easily flustered and therefore found myself saying, approximately, oh, go on then, and indeed had got all of the cash out of my wallet, at which point Friendly Assistant said "oh! if you're paying by cash we'll need to use the other till--" and gestured me up to queue at the other till, which was otherwise occupied.
Which gave me long enough to recover some semblance of rational thought, recall that we already have An Abundance of cylinders at home, and that it would be vastly cheaper (and arguably more sound on various axes etc etc etc) to, if I were actually that desperate for Angry Water, just buy a 2l bottle of sparkling mineral water from a supermarket (£1.75 for a 4-pack) than to buy a Whole New Cylinder (£12.99 with bottle-return rebate), to add to our Pile Of Cylinders, which we would then need to return, whereupon the life cycle would repeat itself.
So I said "oh, no, sorry, I'm being silly, I'd just like to return the old one for recycling, please!" and fled.
Other things achieved: acquired intro Pilates book that I thought looked plausible acquired for A; found a shirt that we wound up going back to get for A also (because I have been venturing briefly into charity shops, masked, primarily to drop things off but while I'm In There...); some more getting to grips with our new schedule for meal-planning (after a fashion, at least); retrieved Large Glass Jars from the garage and decanted various seeds from the One Remaining Awkward Food Shelf into them from their loose bags; brought bike in to deal with the fact that the rear brake is being a problem again (and upended it, though did not actually get as far as Wrangling The Brake); had an Entire Moment over the Irish for "brain" being "in-head"; continued delighted with our other kitchen-rearrangement, such that it is now Much Easier for me to get the Instant Pot (and indeed the rice cooker) out and indeed put away again, so there's a very happy proto-loaf of mostly-wholemeal raisin-and-walnut that's been put to bed in the fridge for breakfast tomorrow. And now! it is also time to put my me to bed. Goodnight!