1672. Vicky’s day

Vicky decided to walk to the shops because all she needed was some tomato sauce and a potato. If she wasn’t walking she would buy a bag of potatoes, but it was such a lovely day that she decided to walk and not have to carry home a heavy bag of potatoes. She would simply get the one potato for her dinner and then tomorrow she could take the car and then she would get a whole bag of potatoes. Not too big a bag of potatoes of course because it doesn’t take that long before they start sprouting, and since she lived alone she didn’t actually needed a very big bag. Of course, she also varied her diet with pasta and rice and couscous and various noodles. It’s not as if she had a potato every day, but on this particular day she was peeling and boiling a potato to go with coleslaw and a sausage (which is why she needed to get some tomato sauce).

When she returned from the shop she started preparing dinner right away. After all, it was time for the daily news on television, and she could see the television screen from the kitchen bench. Dear me, there is such tragedy in the world these days, and the poor people on the street were almost enough to make one feel guilty about having a sausage.

Since it was Wednesday, after the television news came a program on Nature. Vicky loved to watch it. It was always most interesting and she would (only once a week mind you, usually she would sit at the dining table) eat her evening meal in the armchair in front of the television.

The next day Vicky got a phone call from her sister saying that she (Victoria) should find a few interests and not mope around doing hardly anything. Vicky said that her sister was probably right. She would do something about it. But first, since the day was so sunny and lovely, she would walk to the shops and get a potato to go with her sausage for dinner. (Sausages come in packets of six and she didn’t want to waste them). This time she would have a bit of variety by mashing the potato.

15 thoughts on “1672. Vicky’s day

    1. Bruce Post author

      You mean you’ve eaten a potato? I must admit I find this story quite sad, but any time I write a story that I like it’s never very popular. The stories I almost don’t post seem to get the most likes!

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      1. badfinger20

        Well what I got out of it was even when we try to make our life a little more exciting… we rearrange the furniture thinking that will work… it’s sad but true to life. I like this one.

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  1. umashankar

    A management consultant could put her in the most stressful quadrant.

    I was cloistered these last days in a school that tried to make me smarter or worse. Could they budge me from the quadrant I am wedged in?

    I guess I need to saunter down the street of life for a potato.

    The bag can wait.

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    1. Bruce Post author

      Meetings destroyed me – it grew to three a week – several hours each. So I simply took off and caught a plane to America. I’ve been struggling a bit ever since – but at least I don’t have to sit in meetings.



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