Mushy brains!

Despite the migraine I made my weekly trip to the farmers' market this morning, but having taken some strong pain killers I was a bit 'spaced out' and not really with it. I really hate not feeling my best and try to carry on as though there is nothing wrong with me but sometimes I end up giving in later in the day and so it was today.
As I made my way across the front of the church on Castle Green, I met the park keeper who saw me kicking up the leaves the other day and this morning he was sweeping them into big black plastic bags. I told him that I would have skipped through them again today if they hadn't been wet from the rain last night. Then he said this week was the last week he would be there as his job was seasonal, so when the rest of the leaves come down, they would have to stay there and I would be able to kick them about as much as I like. I wished him good luck with his winter job and went on my way.
Because I needed potatoes today I had taken my big shopping trolley so that I could get all the fruit and vegetables in. You'd be surprised how much room a cabbage and a large bunch of carrots take up and then there's the meat, fish and eggs etc. One of the last stalls I visit is where I get my cooked ham and I had also ordered some cooked beef for my neighbour so I got those together with a few other things. When I asked how much it came to the man told me and I handed over the money. On my way back across the green I thought that it had seemed to be a lot for what I had bought so tried to mentally add up the prices. My brain doesn't function properly when it hurts so much, so I gave up and decided to do it when I got home.
When I got back I unpacked the shopping and found that there was a small joint of boned, rolled shoulder of pork without any label in the bag with my name on which contained the beef order. Now this was something that I hadn't ordered so I thought someone else must have ordered it and it had been put in the wrong bag. I got on the phone to the farm shop which is about twenty miles away and as soon as I said who I was the man laughed and asked if by any chance I had a joint of pork. The lady who had ordered it had turned up shortly after I had left the stall and that's when the mistake was discovered so the man on the stall had rung the shop to let them know.
The man on the phone told me that the other lady had been sorted out and apologised to me so I told him that as I had paid for the joint, I would put it in the freezer to use at a later date. He did say that they don't usually get people to try their produce by forcing it on them but I told him we can all make mistakes and if I hadn't had such a headache I might have realised that there had been a mistake when I paid.