I went grocery shopping last night.

Toilet paper.
Rice.
Vegemite.
Beer.
Random Vegetables.

I had the stereotypical "single" shopping trolley. Frozen Meals - "Pasta for One". Single servings of spaghetti. One lonely little chocolate pudding. It was quite depressing, actually. That was, until I saw other single people walking around the isles with their heads hung low, their feet shuffling along the white linoleum floor.

And, just like me, they were desperately trying to ignore the screaming kids, the whinging babies and the happy pathetic couples that were giggling over which flavor of toothpaste to buy.

Despite that, it was tolerable until I realized that I'd have to drag it all home again! The small pathetic 'single' servings had a benefit after all. Bugger about the metric fuckload of 'single' beers that fell into my trolley...

Then.

Caught the wrong bus. South Harrow is a big place. Especially when you're carrying 30kgs of depressing food in flimsy plastic bags that are designed to rip apart with comical consequences.

Quick! Chase the spaghetti! Damn! Catch the vegemite. Ohfuckinghell. There goes the beer. Godamn.

And that is how exciting my life is!!!