It’s a fundamental word, isn’t it? Spielberg proved that in ‘ET’, and I was reminded at Waitrose checkout this morning, when a mum ahead of me picked her little boy out of the trolley seat and dropped him, perhaps a bit too brusquely, into the body of the trolley, amongst the shopping bags. He must have been accidentally bumped into something on the way, because he said “ouch!”; she did the right soothing sounds and motions, and he decided not to cry. He was probably about two. The checkout lady said something about not being able to find the barcode for one of those, and he broke into a grin.
What I really wanted to tell you about was a serendipitous, if excruciating, pun I came up with later. I’d been looking for H#ston Bl^menth@l’s excellent range of ready meals (not a sponsored post, honest!), in particular the fish pie. They’d been relocated, so I consulted a charming lady called Kerry who pointed me in the right direction. It was only on the way home that I thought “Pie? Ask where.”
I’m awful, is it not so?