Quote: Briosaid @ 9th April 2019, 12:30 PMI swear by Aldi for many, many things , especially TOILET ROLLS. Because of my hernia op, Mr B has had to do the shopping and is absolutely astounded every time he goes to Aldi, at how little he pays, instead of his usual haunts of Tesco and Morrison.A lot of people turn up snobby noses if you mention Aldi, but THEY're the mugs.
I love Aldi, but I don't drive, so I'd have to be carting it all back on the bus...plus it would cost more to use the bus to get there and back than it would to spend out on annual delivery passes for two of my preferred supermarkets. I could order a delivery online from Iceland where I used to live, but now I have to go to the store and choose my shopping in person, before having it delivered later in the day. Years ago, I could manage the huge bunches of carrier bags on each hand...and the inevitable restriction of blood to the ends of my fingers as a result. I could even deal with the hassle of finding places on the bus to stash those bags in places I could easily keep an eye on as I travelled home. Now...I just cannot...any of it...nope.
Rood, I don't suppose you fancy driving all the way down here once a week, just to take me shopping...then driving all the way back home again afterwards...no sex obvs...because we hate all that nonsense.
Back to Aldi, though...I used to be able to shop for EVERYthing in the huge one a few towns down the coast from me (Hythe). It's like a TK Max with food aisles. I remember a few years ago, my friend (the one I see every few months) serving up the most amazing burgers at her annual barbecue. I just had to buy them myself and we both raved over how lovely they were and how Aldi really was the best place to do our shopping. I don't think I need say anything more than...this was about five years ago...and they're not allowed to sell them anymore. I remember an overwhelming feeling of disappointment that I couldn't have those burgers anymore...mixed with a fair amount of guilt...both of these emotions, however, were closely followed by a sense of shame...because I was totally fine about eating them when I thought they were cowburgers. I'm a terrible person.