Ever since the delivery guys mistakenly pressed our buzzer instead of the flat they needed, I’ve been intrigued with the idea of having groceries delivered. I had always thought such services were the domain of the physically challenged or wealthy.
Not that I need to whittle away at my scant reasons to leave the flat already, but I felt compelled to give the service a whirl. I have a Tesco ClubCard; I have a bank card. Tomorrow, I’ll have a kitchen full of groceries carried up two flights of stairs by cheerful delivery folk.
Initially, I haven’t saved any time in doing this online but that’s down to feeling out the system and seeing what is and isn’t offered regarding my routine list. I anticipate that through occasional top-up style shopping and reduced temptation to impulse buy, this could work out very well for better adhering to a budget.
Time will be saved overall, as I tend to degrade into a shopping zombie when in the grocery, often reading far too many labels (on things I’m not even buying), and treating certain aisles as museums of cultural curiosities (like the world food aisles). Not that I’ve got anything truly more important to do, but it’s nice to know that I don’t have to have mobility issues or a fat bank account to enjoy having someone else carry up all the heavy stuff once in awhile. 😉