In search of gloves.

Dang, I am tired.
I got home at four, after search the school's lost property ( they don't say "lost and found ) for the last two pairs of gloves that Peter lost recently. No luck. So we all hopped in my big bold beautiful Volvo and set off for Solihull town centre. We parked at the park and walked up to the centre to avoid the ridiculous parking fees.
Paul, Jonny and Christoper went on to the library and Peter and I went in search of cheap gloves. We found some at Woolworths and then popped in Sainsbury's for milk, as we have not had any in donations for the last couple of days. Here they have UHT - ultra heat treated- milk which tastes pretty good when really cold so that is what I buy. It doesn't have to be refrigerated for months and is cheaper than the fresh kind. When I have to buy milk, that is what I go for, so if we get milk in, then I keep the unopened liters in the cabinet for the next time we need it.
So then we go back across the outside shopping area, in through the mall ( which closes down at six p.m.) and to the great big wonderful central library. It is the coolest one I have found so far. Then we all carry all our books and the milk about a mile back to the park and go home to start dinner. I really walk more here than I ever did back home.