Shopping

Into town for some necessaries. In the Deli, Morag was bewailing the fact that she had opened on a Sunday, as is their custom, and although there were people about and they peered in at her window, few actually ventured in to buy. So I did my bit for the economy via coffee and sunflower seeds.

In Tesco the lady at the till seized my shopping bag (I had foolishly as I thought brought only one bag in from the car) and with great skill and dexterity packed everything into it in such a way that the squashable things ended up at the top and the the toughies went at the bottom. Neat.

* : Not her real name.

About The Author

Born 9 December 1933. Former Royal Air Force person. Retired Church of England Clergyman. Father. Grandfather, and now, Great Grandfather. Citizen of "Nowhere" acccording to my Prime Minister. Citizen of Europe according to me. Fervent Remainer. Thinks that Members of Parliament and especially Ministers of the Crown, who lie to Parliament should be barred from any sort of public office until a public recantation - three shots, then out for life.
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