Avoiding Small Talk

Dear O'H dear and Lovely Tea Jenny,

The snow has turned to slush. Boo. My walk with Murphy felt like I was wading through an icy swamp. It didn’t seem to bother him much as he stopped dead and refused to continue walking on our way home because he wanted to be back up the hill (see extra).

I spent the rest of the day pottering. Thanks to The Beast From The East, there were no delivery slots and I had to physically go to the supermarket. I appreciate that this is not a genuine life crisis but I HATE going to the supermarket. I tend to overthink in there and get baffled by too much choice.

Supermarkets highlight to me the huge contrast between people who are happy with silence and people who need to fill the void with noise. Random people chat to me in the supermarket. Inevitably, it’s about something I’m putting in my basket. I think next time I go, I will walk about brandishing a box of condoms and a cucumber. I bet that puts people off talking to me.

Maybe I should do that on buses too.

C