An Easter Story
Dr Vernon Coleman MB ChB DSc FRSA
We have our supermarket groceries delivered. It costs a few pence more but we save hours every week. And if you factor in the cost of the petrol we save, then the delivery probably saves us money too.
Antoinette always does the online ordering. This is not a sexist thing. It’s because I wouldn’t have the foggiest idea how to do it.
She put in our order on Maundy Thursday, for a delivery on Good Friday.
And then, at around 11.30 pm, she suddenly remembered that she hadn’t ordered any Hot Cross buns.
Now neither of us particularly like Hot Cross buns. They are rather rich for our taste. But Antoinette decided that she wanted the Hot Cross buns in the house because they would sit on the dresser in the kitchen and be a constant reminder of Easter.
Easter is, after all, a religious festival and not just a Bank Holiday and an excuse to hunt for bargains in the spring sales.
Now, here’s the odd thing.
When Antoinette went back online to add the hot cross buns to our order, she found that if she hadn’t gone back onto the supermarket website, she would not have realised that she hadn’t pressed the final button to order the groceries.
In other words, if she hadn’t ordered the hot cross buns, to remind us of the meaning of Easter, we wouldn’t have had our Easter grocery delivery.
Copyright Vernon Coleman 2018
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