Reflections

I came downstairs and noticed the reflections on the kitchen door. It was the orange lights on the bin lorry shining through the glass on the front door. 
We’ve just done chores today apart from a trip to Aldi. I read somewhere that the middle aisle was nicknamed ‘the aisle of shame’  You know the one, it’s full of fascinating stuff that you didn’t know you wanted. A lot of it is rubbish but I’ve found one or two bargains in the past.