We opted to detour to Morrisons on the way home, as we needed some additional supplies.
On five Tuesday afternoons during the Autumn term, a group of us run an after-school club for Key Stage 2 children. We have been following the story of Joseph, a roller coaster tale, with the children exploring Joseph's trials and triumphs. Last week fitted perfectly with Remembrance, as we left Joseph languishing in jail, hoping the Wine Steward would remember the guy who explained his dreams, once he was reinstated serving Pharaoh.
Fast forward a week (or two years in our tale) and Joseph is still in Jail, the ungrateful Wine Steward having forgotten all about him.
We began with a game, to use up some energy and to provide the children with an opportunity to experience waiting. We divided them in three and gave each team a tray with a dice, and a pile of lightweight Jenga type blocks.
They had to keep rolling the dice until they shook a six. Then they could pick up a block, run to the other end of the hall and build a tower.
What veritable chaos ensued!
Upon shaking a six half of them frantically legged it to the other end,
forgetting to take their block with them,
and only realising when they returned.
The team on the right managed fine.
However, left and middle got in a complete muddle and kept putting their blocks on the wrong pile. Meanwhile, one poor girl had about twenty shakes to get a six.
"Just shake a six!" her waiting teammates implored.
What did they think she was trying to do, I wondered?
However, this was not the time for a discussion on probability!
We acted out the next section of the story. Pharoah's dreams had baffled his advisors. Finally the Wine Steward remembered Joe, who was released from prison, so that God could interpret the dreams. Joe explains Pharaoh's dreams were a warning about the forthcoming years of plenty followed by prolonged famine and the planning that would be required to avoid catasrophe.
The children had great fun impersonating the fat and thin cows of Pharoah's dream, and making cows with wobbly heads and tails.
It was also a good opportunity to give thanks for pizza, chips and all manner of all goodies, and to think about those who have no food, either in this country because they have no money, or in other parts of the world where the crops have failed.
Too soon the hour was over, the children returned to whoever had been appointed to collect them. After tidying up, we headed over to the supermarket in search of dinner.
Due to DH's intolerances, we are currently restricted to turkey or lamb. Last week the lamb had been extortionate, so we ate turkey. This week it appeared to have dropped in price, so I duly plonked a joint in the trolley. I then trundled around the store, picking random items I thought we might need, whilst DH examined the small print on the 'Free From' range. Halfway around the store, our paths crossed and DH dumped the loot he had acquired into the trolly
"We can't have the lamb for dinner, it will take too long to cook." I pointed out.
"We can have turkey steaks." was the reply and off he headed in the general direction of meat and poultry.
I continued to whiz up and down aisles. Finally, we decided to curtail our supermarket sweep and face the moment of financial reckoning.
DH likes to use the self-service till, after the fourth problem item I lost interest and wandered off.
As we never agree on how to pack the shopping, this was a prudent move.
At home, I unpacked the shopping
"Did you get the turkey steaks?" I enquired.
"No, I thought you were going to..."
Buying dinner was, of course, the reason went to the supermarket in the first place.
#Retail fail!
The KHT and I shared an omelette, whilst DH produced some strange repast featuring kale and bacon...
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