Posted by sean on June 21, 2009 at 2:18 pm in Shopping with No Comments


When rummaging around in my kitchen for food the other day, I noticed I was running a little short of groceries. It was time to do a ‘big shop’. To avoid one of life’s major stresses – traipsing around a Bristol-based superstore on a Sunday afternoon – I arranged for Asda to delivery to my flat.

All was going well – I even managed to find a voucher for free delivery. The problem arose when the groceries arrived and I began to unpack the frozen food – mainly pizzas and ice cream (all healthy items, naturally).

While the products were supposed to be frozen, they had actually thawed out. Now either the driver had left these items in the glove compartment of the delivery van, or the onboard freezer had broken.

Needless to say, with a tear in the corner of my eye, I threw the pizzas and ice cream in the bin. Asda refunded me for all the frozen items, including some ready meals, which, by luck, appeared to remain frozen and I will probably eat at a later date. It was a very sombre moment – the coffee ice cream is normally so nice.

Incidentally, if anyone wants to risk salmonella in return for free pizzas and liquid ice cream; feel free to raid the dustbins outside my flat.

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