shopping centre

Feeling that I wanted something I decided to take a trip to Morrisons. I was unsure of what it was I wanted although I was sure that money could not buy it. What I wanted could never be in Morrisons but I went anyway, in search of a momentary substitute. I love going to Morrisons at night in the final end of the hour before it closes. This is only possible on a Thursday or Friday night as it closes at eight every other evening (and four on a Sunday which is terrible). There is something wonderfully anonymous about idly strolling the aisles of a supermarket. Everyone else is there for a mission, they must get things before it closes so they never really pay much attention to anyone else. The staff are all occupied in finishing their tasks before they go home so they don't care about the shoppers.

It was approaching dark when I went in, the sky was greyish blue splattered with a random covering of clouds. There was three boys walking ahead of me, they looked like neo-hippies so I didn't pay them any attention. Every time you walk into Morrisons the first thing that hits you is the stench of fish. I don't understand why the fish counter is positioned next to the fresh fruit and vegtables but I always hurry past, preffering the aisles of random household goods that no one ever needs.

There's never really anyone there. I can walk about frosty eyed, not taking anything in until something jumps up at me and I put it in my basket. I don't really care what it is, as long as it satisfies my need at that moment. The rest of my time there is spent wandering aimlessing, completely lost in low cost consumer goods. From time to time someone might give me a strange look. It seems that I am the only person there who isn't in a hurry, who isn't desperately finishing their shopping so they don't miss the night's television or a quickie with the wife.

The home and garden section is particularly interesting. They have a strange collection of garden ornaments that I'm sure no one will ever buy. Except me maybe... there was a particularly ugly flying pig that I considered buying for a friend due to its extreme tackiness but then on weighing up the options I decided I'd rather have a packet of cigarettes. I also enjoy the cheese section. It's nice to look at all the types of cheese they have and think about eating them. I don't eat cheese very often but when I do I like nice cheese. Brie, Dolce Latte and Gruyere are very tasty cheeses. Sometimes I make fondue.

The boy at the checkout had a very squeeky voice. He watched me stand infront of a wine display for 5 minutes. I didn't really want any wine but I was enjoying standing there looking like I was engrossed in some serious decision of what wine to have with dinner. I bought a bottle anyway, my favourite wine was on offer and I didn't want to disappoint the till boy's illusions that I was a wine connoisseur.

When I came home the cat was sitting in the window. She stares at me a lot, and at night time through the window her eyes turn a glassy emerald which makes her look as though she's wearing night vision goggles. I'm not quite sure about the cat.... I love her but sometimes I wonder if she harbours a secret hatred for me and might cut out my throat while I sleep. I can see it in her eyes.

Now I am blogging instead of writing the conlcusion for my project. I should finish it but I have to re-read it before concluding and I might throw up if I do.

Anyway, it turns out what I wanted was a packet of curly straws.

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