I took a taxi home in the end. It was only once I got indoors that I remembered I had no vodka. I simply went to bed.
I awoke early the next day and decided to walk to the local shop to buy provisions,
having disrupted my usual routine because of the failed attempt to meet the singer yesterday.
I picked up some milk, a packet of bread rolls and a tin of spaghetti hoops.
I had intended to buy Alphabetti Spaghetti, but, on impulse, chose hoops instead.
It’s good to keep an open mind, although I’m well aware that hoops and letters all taste the same. I’m not stupid.
The owner was a charming Bangladeshi man with an interesting birthmark.
After all these years, we were of course on cordial terms, which was pleasant.
I placed the goods on the counter and scanned the shelves behind him while he rang up the items on the till.
He smiled and announced the total. “Thank you,” I said, and pointed to the shelves behind him.
May I also please have two of the liter bottles of Glen’s vodka?
His eyebrows shot to the top of his head momentarily, and then his face became impassive.
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