On a brighter note, my faith in humankind was restored in the Kidlington Sainsbury’s shortly after, as His Nibs and I went off in pursuit of last minute bits and pieces.
It was crowded and a bit frenetic with lots of people who do not normally traipse the aisles diligently hunting for assorted items on a list prepared by someone muttering “B^%%*r I forgot the….” at 6am this morning.
But everyone was polite and cheerful, quipping about clashing trolleys and sprouts.
There is a lot wrong with the World at the moment but I will always admire our little island and its populace who say sorry when you bump into them with your trolley in hot pursuit of a punnet of cranberries.
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