twenty-six hours earlier

Several years ago the local branch of the non-local giant supermarket conglomerate extended its opening times to offer twenty-four hour operation in the few days prior to winter feast day. Whatever sort of demand they must have been expecting wasn't evident at another branch this year (possibly due to everyone having already panic-bought millions of unnecessary shite during Snowland) though the collection of incorrectly-re-stowed trolleys at the eastern pedestrian exit was somewhat larger than usual. Fortunately there's plenty of space but given the continued presence of snow on the path it could only be people too lazy to think who might consider it easier to tussle a laden trolley over the snow rather than just carry stuff in their hands and lower their centres of gravity and weigh their feet down into the crust a little more. The primary purpose of my visit was to get some hagges as requested by my parents (who are still able to buy them where they live despite their position three degrees southwards but not without a little hunting) but had to run back when my stuff was being scanned to pick some up after forgetting them when being distracted by the various energy-dense travel-emergency foodstuffs I thought it might be prudent to carry with us in case of snow- or ice-related mis-happery on the way down.