(I don't always get it right) One day in April I made what, by then, amounted to an epic schoolboy error! I forgot something vital, important and necessary, while shopping, and needed to go back the following day. Of course, the following day in question was the day before a national public holiday. I queued accordingly. At our local Tesco you now enter by the one true entrance; you leave by the one true exit. Sometimes, they swap the two around, just to catch you out. It can seem dystopian but, in truth, it's just systems of humans trying to work stuff out. If there's a long queue, you either walk away or you queue. I've walked more often than I've queued. I don't drive, so shopping is more frequent and more about keeping on top of things. On that day pictured above, the choice to walk was absent. Once in the supermarket, sometimes it is quite pleasant; sometimes it can be like shopping in Gilead. Marthas and Handmaids a...
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