Choices. Life’s full of them. They’re all around you. There’s no escape. Some you make for the good. Others not quite so. Some can bring you down. Others lift you up. At the end of the day we all have to live with the choices we make.
Today, we’re on our way to Bella Augusta Camping, near Augsburg. We need to top up on groceries. Keeping up with the maniacal LIDL check-out girls, world-wide, is a battle at the best of times. Even with only half a dozen items or so, you have to prepare yourself. You need to take on the mentality of a sprinter. Mind and muscles need to be tuned to perfection. Co-ordination key. It’s like appearing on a race against the clock TV game show. Where all the laughs are on you.
With a full trolley load of stuff, we do our best to keep up. But she’s an expert. Finely tuned too. In the art of making you feel a right pillock. The tiny exit shelf becomes the foundation stone for a catastrophe of a Jenga tower. Everything we bought gets piled high in a hash-mash. We refuse to become irritable. See the funny side instead. She’s done her bit. Eyeballs us. Arms fold. Thin lips purse. No doubt hiding a “Don’t they teach you how to pack fast in Tesco?” She waits, impatiently we imagine. As does the queue. They’ve seen it all before. No one is laughing. We are. At the insanity.
We exit on a high. Not on a low.
Augsburg provides our afternoon walkabout. Another aesthetically constructed Aldstadt greets us. There’s a Porsche rally nearby. Five Brits pull up outside the Maximillian Hotel. Mrs S takes a shine to a shiny Porsche 1600 Super. Dream on!
