Our favourite checkout girl, Angela, was on duty and I was so pleased to have the chance to chat to her as she zapped my careful purchases and sent them on their way down the long 3 metres stretch of conveyer belt that opened up between her and me. “Where is your hoozband?” she asked me. “Sitting in the car, miserable” I replied. Her eyes widened as her face fell and showed genuine sadness. “Is he sick?” God bless you Angela. “No – just bored and lonely sitting in the car when he could be talking to his favourite checkout girl!. We had a good laugh and a bit of a chat and both thanked each other for being there. I peeled off my surgical gloves, dumped them safely in the store bin and drove home.
I unpacked my shopping feeling grateful that I had been able to find it and to pay for it and that I had, again made it home safely. I know that strictly speaking, I will have to wait for 7 days to see if I have really made it home safely or not or whether my trip to the shops has left me infected and I am one of the unlucky ones who is not able to fight off the infection. For now though, I am alive, I am well, I am at home with the person I love most in all the world and all the friends and family that are dear to me are safe – which is really all that ever matters isn’t it?