The locusts have landed. It’s the same every year — as we get towards Christmas the supermarket shelves start to empty. It started on Sunday when I went to get a few things including a Warburton Toastie loaf only to find the bakery shelves virtually empty.
I put this down to the lateness of my shopping trip (it was about 3.30pm, ie 90 minutes before the store closed) but when I called in on my way home from work last night I was met with the same sight — a completely empty bread shelf. I can only assume that there are freezers stuffed full of loaves out there.
Why do they do it? The shops only shut for about half an hour, if at all, these days. And how many sandwiches can you eat over Christmas?
One particular locust who did impress me was a bloke with his own personal Morrison’s assistant to help him and a large trolley three-quarters full of booze in various guises. As I went past, he was reading out his requirements from his (long) list.
“And.. er, twelve bottles of rum. Do you do that in litre bottles?”
I should have asked for an invite to the party.