I stopped to look at one thought-provoking display of the
kind of usually-pointless-and-always-overpriced merchandise they sell in there,
thinking ‘why the hell do people buy this stuff?’ when an elderly couple came
and stood alongside me.
‘That’s nice, isn’t it?’ said the old lady.
‘Yeah.’
They moved around to the other side of me.
‘That’s nice, isn’t it?’ said the old lady again.
‘Yeah.’
‘Oh, and look at that. Isn’t it nice?’
‘Yeah.’
I moved on to the greetings cards, where one ‘design’
dominated the rest. It was a picture of the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge – smiling (smiling,
both of them…)
It should really come as no surprise that I’ve always had
difficulty with the togetherness thing, and that I now live alone which suits
me much better. I mean, just look at the state to which it can easily lead (and
so often does.)
And I didn’t find anything for Mel’s birthday. Her tastes
are as particular as mine.
* * *
But then, do you know what? I went into Sainsbury’s and
found myself engaged in the most delightful conversation with the most engaging
young woman. Glasses, no make up, intelligent, articulate, soft of voice and
sweet of disposition. It’s fortunate that the prospect of ever meeting her again
is more remote than finding something suitable for Mel’s birthday, and it was
nice while it lasted. Isn’t that strange?
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