|Me striding purposefully up the road last winter|
with my shopping trolley.
At the moment I'm in a beautiful midsummer shopping groove where me and my lovely blue rescue trolley (rehomed from the tip) glide up to the Co-op on a Monday evening and do more or less a week's worth of shopping.
The benefits of this system are manifold.
My back is relieved from carrying a heavy load of shopping. I can get more shopping than a couple of bags will allow.
But it's also impossible to overspend on shopping. Any impulse purchases have to be rejected. There's only space for the essentials and the shopping list has to be designed so that the contents will fit in the trolley. (I once got a £40 load in there but that involved a rather precarious balancing act).
No fuel is expended other than my own (a brisk 10 minute walk each way) and I am committed to shopping locally.
Nobody under 16 wants to be seen with me; no extra people accompanying me on my shopping trips means no extra stuff is snuck into the shopping basket.
Shopping is not the only thing the trolley is great for - in the few months that I've been a trolley owner, mine has done several trips to the charity shops bearing the fruits of our decluttering.
Granny trolleys (as my Daughter complimentarily calls mine) won't suit everybody; they're designed for the gad about town like me, who lives near the centre, not the rural dweller. But if you've ever dabbled with the idea, then I'd really recommend it. Get trolleyed!
Any other loud and proud shopping trolley drivers out there?