I enjoy the calm, the space, and the fact that often the staff at our local store choose to crank up the music while they unpack the crates of produce. It's like some weird warehouse party (quite similar to other people's Saturday nights after all?!) except that someone forgot to turn the lights down. I wander up and down every aisle, buying those bizarre things you never remember when its the middle of the day, you're in a rush, and turning every corner feels like entering into a scrum.
I remembered tin foil, I took my time picking the perfect greetings card, I bought the refills for the air freshener, and even found a throw in the sale that is a perfect match for the new study. Alas they had none of The Husband's favourite brand of bread, the flowers were all half-dead, and I witnessed a woman unpacking biscuits by standing in the middle of the aisle and throwing the boxes along the floor to somewhere near the correct shelf (I think it was a sensible decision to forgo some digestives) but I can cope with all of that in exchange for a pleasant meander around.
As I got back to the car I spotted the full moon, apologies for the picture but you'll just have to believe it was far more beautiful than my photography suggests. Driving home I remembered that I used to be in awe of the moon and how I could always see it in the sky, wherever I was. Whenever Mum and I used to be in the car at night, I would look out for "magic moon" the whole journey home, making sure she (the moon is definitely a she to me) was staying with us wherever we went.
When I sat to write this just now, I got another childhood memory of going watching Button Moon at the local theatre. My mum surprised me one afternoon with a trip to go and watch it, and it has always stayed with me as being such a special day. Looking at clips now, I'm guessing the production costs for the whole tour were probably about £100! It's still one of my favourite memories, and hearing the theme tune takes me straight back to being sat in the theatre gasping with excitement at the huge button moon appearing and the music starting up. Geeky fact for you - the theme was apparently written and sung by Peter Davidson (of Dr Who fame) and his wife. Anyway, that's enough nostalgia for one night, I'm off to sing the song to the dog; I might look out of the window on the way and check the moon hasn't gone anywhere.