I am in Morrisons. Its bit like Tesco's and how Asda used to be but for my mind not so good.

I don't often come here but I am hungry and cannot be bothered with the traipse to Sainsbury's in Newbury.

Almost the first thing I hear as I wonder past the cucumber and sprouts is;

“summaaa” Summer is a lovely name, I think. Spoken here by her mother it sounds like a cheap trinket at a market.

Everywhere I go, all I can here is this chalk board voice ruining something beautiful. It gets to the point, as I wonder down the aisles that I parody the voice, barely audible. I rasp out after each time; 'summaaaaaaaa' emphasising all that is wrong.

You probably would not hear me doing this of course unless you happened to be standing right next to me. As such it was that as I stood locked into my parody, deciding on which cheese singles to get I became aware or twin holes burning in the back of my head.

I tend to take on life with a smile on my face. Its my own little shield to all the unexpected things it will throw at me. These days the smile on my face is wider than it has been in almost as long as I can remember. This is fortunate.

As I turn the first thing I am aware of is that he is no less than 6'2 wearing a white sleevless t-shirt. His arms look like a string bag of walnuts and they are covered in tattoos, historically my luck would dictate these are special forces tattoos but I have no idea.

Its amazing what can happen if you smile. His face transformed from menace to gleaming eyed humour in a split second. As he walked past he actually slapped me on the shoulder.

I headed straight towards the till, knowing that if I stayed we would meet in every subsequent aisle and that would have ruined the moment. I forgot my Nimble, had to got to Sainsbury's anyway.