I found out last night via FB of all places that my daughter was down to her last tin of baby milk and had been searching for the last five days for more without any success.
I rang her and said her mam and I would go to the local supermarket first thing in the morning and she played merry hell about us exposing ourselves in public.
Of all the contacts on FB one who was my wifes ex-apprentice over twenty years ago responded out of the blue an hour later stating she had sourced four tins from personal contacts she knew.
We arrived at the supermarket at 7.30am and I was initially surprised to see people exiting the supermarket with toilet rolls (the supermarket has a restriction of a maximum of three items of the same nature and I wholeheartedly support that position).
We took a trolley each and quickly realised we had just missed the exhaustion of TP stocks by a matter of minutes which was no real issue because between my daughters and our household we have sufficient for now.
We continued shopping and managed to get tinned food, frozen fish and fishfingers, soap, paracetamol, pizzas, coffee etc. etc.
Most importantly though, there was an abundant stock of the precious commodity (to us anyway) of baby milk so we promptly gathered three tins each meaning our granddaughter Lucia should now have enough milk to last until she is on solids.
It has been a good day thus far.
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