I’ve Got a Tardis!

Friend and Foe

I have a Tardis.

Not like this one, with Doctor Who pretending he is Christopher Eccleston, or anything like that.

But I have something which carries more stuff than you would believe possible.

I give you

My Granny Wagon. (drum roll)

My Granny Wagon – Full of Stuff

I don't drive.  Buses are expensive and you still have to carry the damn stuff.  I used to have the other sort, that you drag behind you, till I realised you are still carrying the weight, just dragging it behind you.

So I found this.

This is my second one – the wheels fell off the last one, which was cheap and nasty.  This cost more but it feels stronger.

And in case you do not believe it is a Tardis, here is what I bought from my shopping trip and photo session on Saturday.

That is 20 cans of beer, 6 chicken legs, burgers and bacon from the butcher, two lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, various spices, a squash, ketchup, cheese, garlic, potatoes, 7 grapefruit (for Husband's juice every morning), and three loaves of delicious bread.  And probably stuff I can't see and I have forgotten about.

And people (sorry, my children) laugh at me.  My neighbour, who I was talking to one evening as he was coming back from the local shops with like 6 bags handing off his arms, told me if he got one of those he would consider he had given up.

It just makes so much sense to me.

Now, if only I could get a Tardis for my spice storage…

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