An Incident at Waitrose
That’s the Waitrose in Poynton near to where I live. I was making a routine shopping visit there this morning. Not quite routine, because I am in search of a low-carb diet, as instructed by diabetes Zoe recently.
I had vague ideas of browsing for low-carb suggestions to replace my favoured meals or at least replace some of the potatoes, rice, and spaghetti components of them.
Poynton has a reputation for its death-trap roundabout, only equalled in the northern territories of England by the spectacularly dangerous ring road around nearby Urmston, which regularly risks the lives of visiting Chess teams and other would-be participants in its Urban delights.
The Poynton roundabout is the product of creative thinking run amok. It works on the principle of creating such a dangerous situation that motorists, cyclists and pedestrians alike take the utmost precautions as they pass through it.
Safely through, I am aware of traffic stretching ahead of me to the entrance of the Waitrose car park. My concern of a long delay proved justified, in the crawl along the High Street and eventually into a car park missing one essential feature, vacent parking spaces ...
