very little help

Outside the shop was fine, with wee painted markings, and there was a Tescolleague by the bananas pointing out the rules, but by the second aisle in there were a few people taking the fucking piss. I suspect from their manner that a couple of them were marking time amongst the biscuits until the booze aisle opened. Got all the essentials and even noted the presence of own-brand non-enbalmed bogroll, though required none today. The eggs made it home intact and everything fitted in the fridge which needed to. The dingbats who overtook me on the way home with an oncoming bus approaching a pinch point turned out to be police dingbats, though their windows must either have all been closed or the driver merely happy to be described as a selfish moron as they didn't stop to arrest me.