Right, I also have:
a) a not very good pic of a yellow-ish tree
b) a not very good pic of a mushroom I found this morning by the bins
c) a couple of pinky-orange clouds of the "you know the drill by now" kind
d) the field. looking damp and distant.

Should any of you wish for any of the above, instead of the sign over the "Unfeasibly Large" where I usually do my shopping, please say so.

It was uneventful shopping. No one died. No one was maimed and since we no longer buy yoghurt, no one got splatted. I am getting better at this shopping lark and didn't phone a friend even once.
Shopping Monkey (aka Child) was on best shopping behaviour and didn't even mind the forgetting to buy something at the other end of the shop game: we cover quite a distance with that one. It's a variation on losing the trolley and then insisting on taking things back to trolley once found, no more than one item at a time.
We have decided that we do not appreciate dawdling sock purchasers or people who like to tailgate us with their trolleys, which is what caused us to abandon (and then lose) ours in the first place.
We do also still enjoy a bit of aisle dancing. but that is old hat now, and we do object if it is Michael Jackson (I do, The Child quite likes him, much to my distress).

Main purchases: peanuts, frozen peas, cereal, soya milk and cat food. We like to live dangerously.

In the meantime...