Marley sighed, just a few items to go and she’d be finished, that was a plus at least.
This morning she’d struggled to get out of bed, but as they kept saying, everyone had to do their part, even if it did drive you round the bend.
As she reached the self-serve checkout she frowned, she had tried other methods, but in the end rolling down the aisles had proved the easiest.
She pushed the trolley outside the store, before turning and re-entering with a grim smile.
Only 940 more weekly shops and she’d be finished … until next week.