I have a love/hate relationship with doing the shopping. Some days, it is a real chore. Write a shopping list, get to the shop, trudge up and down the same aisles looking for beetroots and Weetabix, put it in the trolley, push around the collective buffet of food and think hard about the calories in the trolley, you get the idea. It's a pain in the rear most days as a lot of you would agree.
Unless you treat the supermarket like an adult playground. Turn the mundane and expected on it's head like Chaplin or Keaton would. Treat the trolley like an invisible dance partner. Race to see how quickly you can get that list done. Stick around the bakery section just for the pleasant smells of bread and cookie and revel in the rush of finding a good offer or obtuse and delicious new brand of yogurt. As long as you view any activity with a fresh pair of young eyes you will often surprise yourself with the joys you can eek out of just about anything. This is by no means the key to unlocking eternal youth or happiness, just a way to make shopping less tedious.
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