Monday October 27, 2008
I feel much better now. Continuing my ceaseless search for a decent supermarket, today we went to Sainsbury’s at Quay Parade, overlooking the marina on the River Tawe in Swansea:
Birds eye view of our new supermarket
You will have to forgive my excitement and pleasure over such a mundane thing as a really good supermarket, to be known in future as Sainsbury’s, but those who know me will know how important it is for me to have somewhere decent, civilised and affordable I can visit for provisioning. I really need somewhere where all my needs are met under one roof; as it is, this one is too large for me to walk around completely without a rest at a couple of points along the way. Fortunately, it has a really good coffee shop-cum-restaurant, shown in the picture as the circular bit stuck on the right-hand side of the building, where you can sit with a completely acceptable cup of espresso to rejuvenate the spirits while the legs recover from the strain.
“This is like coming home after the hell that is Tesco’s,” I said.
“You can say that again,” Graham said.
“No, once is quite enough. We don’t want our supermarket to get ideas above its station.”
So, round we went, filling our medium-size trolley with all the food and drink we shall need for the next five or six days, along with a small boost to my store-cupboard. There’s no actual need to go back until Saturday, but I’ll make it on Friday, aiming to avoid the weekend crush.
Not that there’s likely to be a crush. It was busy today, but wide aisles made it seem quiet and civilised.
On the way home I remarked that I felt much better.
“How do you mean better?”
“Oh, in the way that a legal alien in New York might feel when he discovers a reliable source of Cooper’s Traditional English Marmalade.”
“Ah. That kind of better. Does it make you feel happier, though?”
“You wouldn’t believe how much.”
