With leaves fireworking their last defiant blaze against grey skies and the mud, once again I forget to remember
the muted tannoy announces silence for customers and staff and the surreal descends among the tins of peas and carrots
where the absence of the normal clatter suddenly roars, catches in my throat, the plaintive, Sally Army bugler scoring the sadness in these aisles, these isles
with two minutes passed, the cacophony of the tide of plant based diets and too early Stollen returns to wash over, to forget