the only shop I’ve been in for almost a year is the butcher shop (It’s probably not true – we bought some chairs last summer as I recall).  But anyway I needed some bread – and although I usually just order everything from the supermarket, we had to get money from the cash machine and the bakery was next door.  But it has been so long, I couldn’t figure out how to order the bread, and I wound up asking the guy behind the counter to choose what kind and then where I should pay.  I can’t believe how difficult it was for me to maneuver a simple purchase.  But maybe I’ve just got my UTI back again.

The bread, by the way, was pretty indifferent.  And sliced too thin.  And cost too much.