Category: tesco delivery men

After the excitement of the pickled walnuts I became a bit trigger happy on my last order and received 3 packets of 32 instead of 2 packets which were 2 for £2.70, instead of 1 for £3.32.   I may not need 3 in my lifetime unless I pass onto my daughters so gave one packet back to Dwayne to refund.

Of course there is much controversy on tax on these products.  Dwayne is currently my most favourite Tesco Delivery man.

Now I’ve got my pickled walnuts for Xmas I can get on with the rest of my Xmas shopping.  It’s important to put your gas mask on first, then you can help others put on theirs.

This Tesco delivery man is very happy that we might have snow, his little boys love the snow.  How wonderfully different we all are, here I am, enjoying the talk about snow when I hate it.  I don’t like Xmas either, apart from observing others enjoy it.

When I was a child, we had our presents at 3pm when Dad put our tree lights on.  I’ve always been good at saving up things, delayed gratification, one of my specialities.  Those pickled walnuts are likely to remain unopened until boxing day.  Unless my husband finds them when I’m out one day, then I might have to buy some more, and Tesco might have run out.

When I was a child we had a walnut tree in the garden and mum would pickle the green ones.  There were jars of 1996 pickled walnuts in the back bedroom of my parents house when we cleared it, 20 years on and they still tasted good.

(That green thing at the bottom of the photo is one of the kitchen chairs, not a very large courgette)

It’s been over a week now and the last two Tesco delivery men wouldn’t have their photo taken with or without me.  I am wondering whether they have been told by their manager not to engage with me, has word got out?  Only time will tell, but in the mean time, I’ve been talking with other delivery men about their terms and conditions and am wondering if this is why Tesco don’t want me to get too friendly with their men?  All this could be my fantasy as I may find that this is just co incidence, however, if it happens again I shall email the CEO of Tesco to find out.

Other delivery men are proving equally as friendly and endeavour to get things delivered as best they can.  I can’t walk round shops so sadly Amazon (e.g.) provides a good service, especially when I need tights.

As I am in a lot, I regularly take parcels for neighbours too, I am always happy to listen to anyone that comes to the door.  When I was 21, I was told I was a good listener and became a Samaritan volunteer, the youngest in New Cross at the time, often more suicidal than the callers.  All delivery men need an ear sometimes, they have a tough job, and road rage is ever-increasing, I hear the tooting and tooting all day.

If I knew how to airbrush and do things with this photo I would colour in my top, do my hair and put make-up on.  I thought the man on the left looked like my husband but he said it looked nothing like him and wondered whether I really knew what he looked like.  I’m not a visionary person.  I’d been seeing my therapist for nearly 6 years and someone asked me what she looked like, whether she wore glasses.  I really couldn’t tell them anything apart from the fact she was always there and was kind.

Half term and the time to be domestic.  I have made a casserole for the family and a friend.  I have made casseroles before but never been brave enough to put dumplings on.  Today Tesco delivery man brought me Auntie Bessie frozen dumplings, full of shite I’m sure, but if they work, I may have the confidence and feel it worthwhile to make my own at a date in the future.

I have never been confident in the kitchen and this is picked up apon as I leave myself vulnerable for cooking attack, i.e. as serving up saying things like “It’s not very good”, “I don’t think it’s supposed to be like this” etc.  Of course this instantly puts doubt into my consumers who are likely to respond with comments such as “Hmm, it’s okay” or “Pass the ketchup”.

I don’t eat meat, non of us eat meat much, this was supposed to be the family half term treat but unfortunately Tesco didn’t have organic beef and they sent me the Boswell Farm shite, half the price but not good.  I’m hoping my meat eaters won’t know as the meat will be disguised with all sorts of other lovely ingredients and dumplings bobbing up and down as I serve.  Assuming that’s what dumplings do when one serves them, I will see.

If it all goes horribly wrong all is not lost, we can boil up the Naked Noodles.