There will be peace in valley or so we were promised ..i decided to buy lottery ticket from someone different that day …i took a turn and found myself in an aisle in morrisons i dont find myself …there seemed to be an excessive amount of offal for sale …and even more curiously the remaining shelves were empty …the route to the cashier appeared to be littered with medieval detritus for want of a better description …finding my cashier i gave a short yelp …as of yesterdsy the staff looked decidedly different …she was missing an eye and as if to make sure we did not miss this, a sign hanging from her neck beckoned ” blind “…. the lighting in morrisons was decidely dark now …she smiled and demanded me to make my intentions clear …my two pound coins were sliding in my sweaty palm …as i tried commit myself to purchasing a loottery ticket ……she rolled her renaining eye and tugged a ticket from her lottery box …
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