I can well imagine.
Hot drinks are a necessity in the afternoon at this time of year.
I need bread - and milk, as my organic milk seems to be (despite bearing a best before/expiry date of 1st January, and this is deepest, darkest, dreariest winter - not the height of summer, - when one expect milk to keep until its due date) responding ominously to the application of heat.
And, I think that I may need cream, as well.
Hence, tomorrow, I shall venture out.
The French bakery shuts tomorrow evening for a week, hence, my phone call (to remind them to keep my bread), and also a reminder to myself that if I don't actually buy some bread tomorrow, I run the risk of not having any of the good bread for over a week.
As it happens, I recall that last year, I had failed to get to the French bakery in time, just before they shut for the New Year, and was obliged to source bread elsewhere.
This has been my position for years.