Shopping

I hate shopping. I may have mentioned it to you before, either in person or on this here blog, whatever. Anyway, I despise it. I'm not talking about internet shopping, or buying DVDs or whatever; I'm talking about regular grocery shopping.

All I want it provisions to last me a week. Seems simple enough in theory, but that's never the case.

Traipsing around a glorified warehouse, attempting to steer a disobedient metal cage around a slalom of pensioners and screaming toddlers without causing (too much) injury, navigating an incomprehensible aisle layout and dodging other people's tendon-shredding trolley deathtraps is not my idea of fun.

So I'd like to say a big FUCK YOU Tesco for making me fork out over forty fucking quid for the privilege.