Hit the fruit & veg place yesterday, due to a soapbox derby event in the town centre where they have their business, on Saturday, only to find that the event is on next week and not this, so pointless going.
Sat in on a meeting for support, always amazed how the person leading the meeting, hasn’t got a clue or incline regarding the past circumstances and lack of anything happening for months at a time, after expressing amazement at the organisation’s failings, they attempt some token gesture of “a counselor I know,” or aims to that effect.
Nothing ever comes of them, however well intentioned they maybe. (Not sure why spell check shows intentioned as a spelling error?)
The butchers have put up the price of their eggs, by £1 for a full 30 egg tray, to £7. (10% increase would be £6.60) That’s a 17%/18% increase? I’d say that was a bit greedy.
The price rise gets steeper still, if they are sold in half dozen lots.
Do you know what the normal mark-up is on many of the goods you buy every week? (locally and supermarket)
It used to be between 35% to 45%. Some items higher, some just a little bit less, but they average out.
Supermarkets will make even more than that as they have much greater buying power and be able to order in advance via contracts or in pallet lots at a time, so bigger discounts.
For every pound you spend at the shops, between 35p and 45p will be profit for the shop.
Always makes me wonder why they argue for the 10p (20p now in some supermarkets) when you have just spent £10 and lined their pocket with £3.50 of it as profits, then they stick on the 20p bag charge?
Whatever happened to kwiksave and you doing them a favour by taking your shopping home in free boxes, so that they wouldn’t have to pay a firm to come and take their cardboard waste away?
Everything is money/profit now, there’s no flexibility in sales anymore.
Cokes is doing okay for the moment, with her extra gob on the side of her bonce.
It seeps every time she yawns or eats, it really is a substantial gaping gash.
I worry a fly might go in it or some seed when she’s out in the garden. Or hair if she’s in the house.
She is eating biscuits now and still drinking, but not going to the toilet very often. Preferring instead to awaken us all in the middle of the night for a fifteen minute stroll around the garden, without actually doing anything.
Maybe she does it for the company? Or due to nightmare?
I’m tired now, it’s peaceful in the house (for how long though?) and the rain is pitter-pattering on the window, so I’ll bid you goodnight.