Supermarket shame!

I am really looking forward to being able to eat fruit and vegetables again. My supermarket trolley currently draws glares of disapproval in the checkout queue.

White bread, white pasta, cheese, meat, chocolate, fish fingers; all these sit proudly in my basket, jeering at the passing crowd, daring them to notice. There is not one item of fruit or vegetable to be seen. No cereal either. Indeed, no roughage of any sort. At the end of each visit, I shuffle, shamefaced, to the conveyor belt and place my items upon it. I sense the collective gasp of horror and, if I turn quickly enough, I see the pursed lips and shocked expressions. Not even the checkout assistant examines my items or comments on them, as would usually happen. I'm waiting for the moment when someone makes a remark. My response is planned - and it isn't pretty. It's bad enough that every item I buy is covered in accusing information that tells me how much carbohydrate, fat, protein, salt and so on it contains without my fellow shoppers acting as the food police!

I know that I'm not without blame. In the past, I have stood in checkout queues myself, mentally "tut-tutting" when someone's purchases resemble what I now buy. In some ways, then, the experience is good for me, since I'm going to be a lot less judgemental about others' shopping habits in future. Who knows, maybe they've just undergone radiotherapy and are waiting for the side-effects to settle.