Parking, I am thinking. That’s where
it starts. That’s where they get you. Because you probably
live in a busy town. You probably have trouble parking.
Easing my way around the roundabout, I think:
you do it because you don’t want to drive around in
Part of you doesn’t really want to do it.
But who wants to drive around in circles? In any case, what
could be worse for the environment than people driving around
And then, once you’ve parked, you go inside,
and everything feels airy and light. Still, you make up your
mind to buy only a few things.
Maybe just meat and vegetables.
So the parking leads to the meat and the vegetables.
But that leads to something else, doesn’t it? In some
towns, that leads to the butcher and the greengrocer going
out of business. That’s stage two.
But it doesn’t always end there. When the
butcher and the greengrocer go out of business, some people
don’t shop in the high street any more. So it’s
not just the butcher and the greengrocer, is it?
These are my thoughts as I drive into Tesco car
park. It is late afternoon on a Sunday. The car park is strangely
I sit there, head in hands.
I’m upset because Tesco is closed.
I’m upset because I love it so much.