Ah, the gentle hum of the van engine; the soft padding of footsteps; the rustle of plastic and the clink of glass. And then “tap tap tap”….
“Your delivery, Miss.”
No, this is not the visit of my weekly drug dealer, but something equally welcome: My online grocery shopping.
As it is heaved down the narrow hallway and onto my kitchen floor by a polite and friendly delivery man, I rifle through the bags, reassured by the regulars, pleased I have seemingly managed to purchase food for a number of actual meals and bemused by the items I added last Friday night after a bottle of wine.
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