I'm just about to pay for a new TV licence online - I've been gritting my teeth for a couple of weeks in anticipation of spending £145 I don't have for something barely tamgible that I can hardly afford.
I decided to cheer myself by popping out to the COOP first to pick up some essentials and something to agravate my IBS, as a little treat.
There was a fat but very sweet looking white staffie outside on a rope shivering with fear and cold. Inside, every single customer had either a facial tattoo, a pieced eyebrow or lip, and a large piece of swirly typography on their neck.. there were no green vegetables except a rocket salad ( from Kenya, it's obviously had a more interesting life and traveled further than I have ), but I did find a bag of peas in the freezer section. I also noticed that a lot of prices have really gone up, potatoes have almost doubled and super cheap washing up liquid was now almost £1.
As I stood in the queue, jostled by the soft white underbelly of society, I remembered the time I used to work in Brompton Cross and would pop out for lunch in the Kings Road M&S. Not unusual to find myself standing behind Joan Collins with my prawn sandwich while she picked her way through the ready meals.
This broke my spirit so I picked up a bottle of wine that had been thoughtfully displayed at the end of the waiting area and headed home for an evening of self destruction and bad telly.
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