We can buy most of the foodstuffs we need on the Road, with the odd 'glamour' excursion to St. George's Market (e.g. fish) and the Chinese Supermarket (e.g. olive oil, chickpeas). However bread flour is hard to come by locally and entails a surgical strike on the nearest Sainsbury's.
It's going so well - up on the bus with two stout shopping bags, grab a basket, ignore the siren call of the other retail opportunities, six bags of the cheapest strong bread flour, and then retreat via the self check out island.
Which is where it all goes pear-shaped, with the machine telling me to get an assistant. She produces a magic card, makes a few mysterious entries, then tells me to proceed. I make a charming remark about life being one big intelligence test, which fails to raise a smile, and then proceed to mess it all up again. I look in the assistant's direction, and when she has finished a bit of banter with her colleagues, she works her magic again, without so much as catching my eye.
I slink off home, realising that I have now become a Useless Old Git.
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