Late night shopping

Late night shopping. It’s a curious phenomenon but one that I’m very much in love with. I’m currently off work with a variety of things to deal with, most of which I will not go into publicly, suffice to say I have set myself a routine to keep things more normal in my life and keep my mind active whilst I work through the issues that I am facing.

So whilst this might look like mindless posting on the internet and messing around abusing the time off work that I have, rest assured it’s not, it’s part of my routine, process. These blog posts are keeping my mind active, and keeping me thinking.

Part of my routine involves half the week trying to relax, and yes, sleeping in to get as much rest as possible, which invariably leads to late nights. Since I’m not sleeping much anyway it’s difficult for me to actually get tired in the evenings and so at 1 am, I usually find that I wander down to Tescos for a late night shop. It gets me out of the house, gives me some fresh air (so to speak)  gives my mind a little taxation by actually having to remember a shopping list, and helps make me more tired through actually moving. However Late night shopping is one of those curious things that some people enjoy and some people hate. I’ve come to love it, and the distinct lack of people, it’s like having an entire supermarket to yourself, and there are deals to be had where things are marked down. But the same as that, it’s somewhat, peaceful. It’s again hard to describe but it really is nice wandering through empty aisles.

Curiously there seem to be three distinct types of people that turn up there. People who can’t sleep and just want to wander down there like me. People who work nightshifts, and of course people that are drunk or drugged up to their eyeballs, who are actually the most fun to watch prodding away at the self serves until someone tells them they have to put money in it.

It’s a strange thing late night shopping.