Tesco

The weakly shop.

No meat, chicken, bread, loo rolls have vanished again, milk, bin bags. Every tin of Heinz soups gone but curiously plenty Baxters. Rows of empty freezer cabinets. Lots of frozen fish except fish fingers. The zombies are getting more selective. As I passed the empty veg baskets I noticed two baking potatoes had rolled under the stand. They would be mine. So as not to alert anyone I slowly took my zombie culling shovel from the old tennis racquet bag strapped to my back. Pwaaaang Pwaaaaang then a parachute roll across the aisle and the prize was mine.  

Mrs FP and I shall dine like Kings this night.

Stay well, and I hope none of you amongst the thousands of motorcyclists that descended on Matlock Bath at the weekend. Idiots.