"Did" the weekly supermarket this morning - the barriers outside have been re-jigged, thus the walk is twice as long, looping round on itself, but I supposed that as there was just me there, walking briskly, it counted as exercise?
Inside: there'll always be idiots, and from time to time I've been that idiot, backtracking for cream after seeing some luscious English strawberries that OH would love! (I don't eat them at all, but he delights in good ones)
-But I do try to do it efficiently and safely. It's the staff on the shop floor I feel really sorry for, you'd have thought I gave one girl a birthday present when I stood back and gestured her and the stock trolley through, poor lass. I got a lovely smile and a thank you that sped me round rest of the "ordeal by shelves".