More shopping. This time stocking up for our long trip across the Nullabore Plain. Our large trolley mainly comprises of large spring water boxes, tins and now we're trying to decide between a handful of different dryed pasta and sauces. In the end I think they all taste the same but we bicker over them anyway. The isles are cool, brightly lit, too bright, the fluorescents hurt my eyes and make me anxious. The tannoy seems almost constant as do the other shoppers with trolleys I always seem to be in the way of. I don't like shopping, especially when I'm so hungry. I could almost eat the smell around the bakery.
