Paul had forgotten how
crowded the shops and supermarkets were on Saturday mornings.
He hoped he could get
everything he wanted from Safeway, but their selection of flowers
left a great deal to be desired. He wanted red roses, but the ones
on sale looked as though they’d be dead within the week. So it was
a case of trying to find a florist, a shop he hadn’t visited in
years. Finding one, he then had the problem of locating a parking
spot. Eventually parking up, Paul picked his way along the crowded
pavements, weaving between pedestrians and old people pushing or
pulling their wheeled trolleys. Though the worst were mothers with
pushchairs, who insisted on travelling in panzer formation, three
abreast so they could carry on a conversation with their friends as
they walked.
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