Will walk for food...

I realised tonight on my way home, while carrying my reusable bag ( and one grocery story bag: I have began to loathe these bags, I do still use some and find comfort in the fact that we reuse them to pick up after Baxter after he does his business outside.) Anyway... I will be able to share those "annoying" stories with my children someday. Stories of how I had to walk home, in the snow (the past few days) and Ice or heat (though London never really gets HOT), rain or whatever weather comes our way, carrying whatever groceries we were to have at home. This is not a one off, it is a daily process. Those friends who have seen my flat on skype know the size of our kitchen, know that we only have a mini fridge and a few cabinets to house everything need to cook with. Pots, pans, graters, mixing bowls and ingredients. We do use mostly fresh ingredients though there is no doubt that it would be not be absolutely amazing to have both more cabinet space and a much larger fridge. It isn't the most fun to have to choose between milk, sparkling water, white wine and a soft drink or something as to which gets to be cold. Or, the worst... quite possibly a crime... to not be able to fit so much as a tub of ice cream into your freezer! Oh, the horror! OK, well we kind of can, or could if we de-frosted it (a lot) but when we did manage to squeeze it in, it never properly froze it, you needed to eat it straight away, or you end up with something without the thickness of most good milk shakes. We are doing a step competition with work, wearing pedometers around and competing in groups as to who takes the most steps in a week, with this I have discovered that I take roughly 2,200 steps on the way to or from the tube station from our house, there are several different routes I could take, and no, I have not compared differences, just a simple observation.

So, with that said I am excited to have discovered that the tales and tradition of walking distances in the weather to school, or work, or whatever the circumstance might be in the weather will not fade away with earlier generations, but many of us will be able to tell the tales as well.