Tea for two

Does anyone else talk to themselves in food shops? Especially the gigantic superstores?

This trait of mine has really come to the fore in recent years. I can't go food shopping by myself anymore...Or, really, I shouldn't be allowed to. I mutter, I wander, I pick up things I have no intention of buying and study them intently as if trying to devine some mysterious property that would make them attractive. One of the last times I went, I actually has this conversation with myself:

"Cake. There's cake. Not that I need cake. I don't need cake. See, I walk past the cake. I ignore the cake. But maybe I could just have a little one," pause, contemplates cake, "no, no. I am leaving the cake isle," leaves the cake isle, "wayhey!" And at that point I threw my hands up and nodded at a job well done, having avoided every and all cake items.

I swear, it's like I'm in my own private food store where no one else can see me. I spend a lot of muttering to myself along the lines of: "Okay, so I need baking soda. If I were baking soda, where would I be? I already looked down there...hmmm...where oh where is the baking soda?"

I have a problem, I'm aware of that. The only issue is...I like food shopping. Where some girls can spend hours in clothes shops or bookshops, food stores are my playground. I love searching out exotic items that I'm never going to buy, snearing at the latest designer gunk and yet cooing with joy over the latest designer gunk that takes my fancy. I'm that person, you know the one: The one you send out for bread and milk and who comes home with North African Koala Berries and a lump of squid and doesn't know why.

Although, I'm getting better: now I bring home bread and milk and the berries and random square of marine life. As long as I write bread and milk on my hand, I'm good to go.

In other news, I watched 'Stick It' last night, having heard a lot about it and/or the lead actress here, and here. I loved it. What was not to love? Lead with dykey overtones: check. Feel good message: check. Gymnastics: check. Slap-stick comedy: check. A killer set of abs on said lead: check. What can I say, it checked all my boxes!