I was in Tesco’s rummaging amongst the mangoes with a view to buying one for my pudding this evening. As I popped a fruit into my trolley, I felt a tad woozy and a touch fey.
I had an insatiable desire to free my people from the yoke of Roman tyranny.
The spirit of Boadicea, Queen of the Iceni had entered me!
I applied Brobat Blue woad and with my wonky wheeled trolley chariot, I sought vengeance on the spotty youth oppressing me with her inability to locate the dried apricots in the Storeroom.
She was no underpaid wage slave of questionable literacy and numeracy skills but a Roman oppressor!
I rented the air with a cry of “Death To The Romans!”
The Romans formed a Shield Wall using tins of Kidney, Baked and Borlotti Beans. The cunning curs!
Sadly my uprising came to an abrupt halt when the wonky wheel of the accursed trolley chariot fell off and I skidded to a halt by the tinned fish shelf (Pilchards on special offer by the way).
Mango anyone?
Regards,
Agnes
