Actually I have no thoughts. All week the mind has been dead for the most part. A strange tiredness, biting cold wind, constant dreich weather and a general slackness all round has been the order of the day.
I did manage some thoughts in the supermarkets this morning however, and these were not pleasant. When tired and slow brained why is it at that moment those people cross your path?
Bright and early, except that is was dreich, damp and half past seven, I hobbled up to Sainsburys. There I possessed myself of the heavier goods bottles, etc, spoke kindly to the friendly checkout staff, greeted those known to me and returned home for a thundering good breakfast of something or other, not quite sure what, the room was still dark. Then, refreshed but half asleep I ventured to Tesco for the things the other lot did not stock or grossly overcharged for. If you wish to get rich open a supermarket or a bank. Once again the staff were reasonable for a Friday morning but why is there always one woman who is inconsiderate? This sort of creature is often found in such places but why when I am irritable, tired and weary sadly I find I had to garrotte her as you do. There was no other course of action open to me. You can find her in the freezer with the pizzas.
Once home I noted the things I had missed. As the sun actually appeared and removed the grayness I ventured out once more to find the sun bright but the heating was turned off, there was however the cold blast of winter. (Actually I'm told 'winter' does not start until December 22nd so this is still 'Autumn.' someone's having a laugh I say). Now by this time it was almost noon, and this meant the Morrison's would be busy and attracting the wrong sort of customer. This was the rougher sort who drove trolleys into peace loving people, the obnoxious sort who walked into people and didn't care, the sniffy ones that looked down their nose or the type who just kept getting in they way while you attempt to read the price tickets on the shelving!!! They were all there in the hustle and bustle of the store, they still are, just look in the bins round the back but be wary, decapitation is not always pleasant.
I was shown a video that I cannot pass on to you as I've lost it. In this a man in a checkout queue somewhere in central Europe is confronted by a child ramming him constantly with his trolley. Several times the man suggests this stops, mum does little to stop the brat. Eventually the chap selects a carton of milk from the lads trolley and empties it over his head. Mum grabs child and leaves, man smiles.
I think I was a bit 'liverish' today....