Late night shopping

Long day at work. Evening meeting straight after dinner. No milk (again). So supermarket stop on way home… But what about Juneathon?! I hear you cry…

(At this point, you cry, “what about Juneathon?!”)

Well, there’s nothing for it but to run from the wines section at one end of ‘A SAD* supermarket’ to the clothing section at the other.

*(‘A SAD’ I will have you know, is a very clever anagram, disguising the real name so as not to provide free advertising for the corporate machine)

Admittedly – no more imaginative or strenuous than the #dressinggowndash…

(which incidentally doesn’t yet appear to be trending on twitter – I think it must be broken)

…but despite the non-inclusion of a dressing gown, is actually slightly more embarrassing.
As I zoomed across the polished but obstruction strewn floor, I managed to avoid the temptation to grab as many high value items off the shelves and throw them into my trolley as per my 1994 appearance on Dale’s supermarket sweep (complete lie there actually – I was never on that quality programme but it seemed to read nicely and would have been interesting had it been true… But it isn’t… Mmmm… I’ll get rid…. Or…maybe I’ll leave it in and just get rid of this bit! Yeah.) and achieved the following time:

Awesome. I think you’ll agree. 6 Calories – get me! And my reward? Because of course I deserve a reward for making an idiot of myself…

Oh yeah baby! But what’s this?

29 kcal per piece! Mmmm… balance that against my run and that equates to…

…the little bit on the right.

yeah…

sure…

OK

(I’ll just leave the little bit on the right then)