Today was going to be my first days fishing this year , BIL has a full weeks work this week so MR BH had the major grumps . But then he got worse when i said i would only go to the little pit locally , not feeling it, i didnt want to be miles from home if anything goes wrong . So this morning hes got up on toddler mode and has announced hes not going anywhere . No loss to me i can potter in the garden , plenty to be doing if it doesnt chuck biblical hailstones at us . Still tons of replanting to tackle , though i did laugh , i bought some Lidl seed strips for a scented border plopped them in the darkest corner of the garden , covered them in compost and then the heavens opened . Went back the following day and all the compost and seeds had gone , so now its going to be a mystery surprise where they appear ..lol Gradually replanting all my tubs and pots hadnt realised i had so many so pottered down to Aldi with himself for some cheapy compost having used all that i had from the old compost heaps . Now i can only use the small trolleys because if i put the bags in a large one i cant get them out , so im laden up and i get to the tills and im struggling the trolley wont steer and the guy on the tills wasnt exactly much help and a very nice gentleman my own age came to give me a hand . To make it worse the ramp from the store is a tad steep so two of us struggled to hold it , the gentlemen said he would give me a hand to get them in my boot . When he got to the boot he looked a tad puzzled by other half not getting out or helping . When i opened the boot and he spotted the crutches and wheelchair i guess he twigged because he turned to me and said " well i guess he still makes a good cuppa" . When i thanked him and got in the car the steam was coming out of Mr BHs ears . All i got all the way home was sarky comments about Fwends . I did point out that how is it different that he has to have help ?