On the way, something weeird is happening with my snowboot. Feels really good. I bend down to investigate and the whole boot comes out of the sole! I stick foot back into sole, and carry on regardless. Finally admit defeat after nearly tripping myself up and stick the sole in the bag. There's now a 2cm difference and I limp my way comedically around Sihlcity.
Get to the random "expat / foreign foods shelf" to find this development of disasters - empty space where the tea bags should be! Brexit has truly come to pass. First they came for the weetabix, now the PG tips...
I buy in alternatives - was tempted by the combiation of Hyyge, nice packaging and rhubarb! Let's see- although going by past experience, it will smell nice but just taste of hot.
Finally I limp broken-hearted home, and find a bargain pair of new boots on Dosenbach and they will deliver during lockdown. However, knowing my luck, the ice and show will have cleared by then.