Tuesday, 29 September 2015
Thoughts on shopping elsewhere
I sit in the garden, taking a break from some heavy-duty gardening, my book (Mr Mac and Me) open on my lap, but my thoughts elsewhere. A Red Admiral butterfly and several bees take advantage of the sunshine and the bounty the Sedums have to offer, and behind me I am aware of the grumbling of the Sparrows and the flutter of their wings as they fly between the rambler rose and the guttering on the house.
My mind travels back to this morning, when I stood and proudly watched (along with many other folk who lined the streets through town) the Welsh Guards parading, headed by their brass band as they marched in the sunshine up towards Notts Square. Several were nearly as red in the face as their Uniforms and those bearskins can't have helped their temperatures either.
When I went into the main Health Food shop in town, which I have long patronised, the young man behind the counter was . . . sounding off . . . to a woman whom he was serving, and she looked rather embarassed, although she said not a word. He was obviously anti-Royalist and his rhetoric had my hackles up, and when he called our Queen "the German woman", my lips were being firmly bitten. I was within an inch of walking out. It was only the fact I could not get that particular brand of bread flour elsewhere in town (and I had run out of it) that kept me in the shop. Had he said ONE word on that same theme to me he would have had MY opinion on the matter and I would have walked out, never to darken his door again. Having now given it thought, I intend to take my patronage elsewhere and having checked where I can get that flour online, that is where I shall buy it now.
There are times when people should keep their notions and beliefs to themselves. I don't often discuss politics or what I believe in on here, but I can tell you something for nothing, that young man and I are polar opposites.