Fucking hell. Not leaving the house again.
I never go to the shop at night. I looked at DP and just knew he wouldn't go. I dragged some clothes on, and headed out. Wanted some soft drinks and chocolate!.
Anyway, some scruffy twat nearly knocked me down running out with a basket of food, and the staff all running after him. He tried to leg it over the road, and nearly got run over. There was another guy obviously waiting for him outside, who was trying to push the staff going after him off.
DP doesn't even care that I could have been hurt! He said I'm stronger than he is, and could fend for myself when I said that he should be the one to go out if we need anything at night!
Dick!