We boarded in a slowly moving queue, with a chattering four year old entertaining the crowds. It was simply a question of being told where we should be going, and then ending up there.
Context. This is nothing compared to millennia of subjugation. This is nothing compared to being treated as the property of other people in the society you are part of.
Because we shop on a Saturday, by Friday night the fridge and cupboards look rather sparse. We plan, and we stick to our plans. We don’t just guess what we might need that week.
What is the first thing you do when you wake up? For many it is to curse, and question the rising of the sun in the East, and attempt to force the day to retreat in to the comfort of the deep deep sleep which we have found interrupted.
I find Heinz tins to be incredibly haughty. Beans, soups, even the interesting concoction known as Macaroni Cheese. Every time I try putting one in to my cupboard, it feels as if it’s sneering at me.
I like watching the credits on films; I have always done so. I’m a nerd about this stuff.
The clogs act like a time machine, unifying the strands of the holidays. Everyone ends up in them or on them at some point: it’s ubiquitous.