I've discovered something worse than big, greedy, soulless, business-stealing supermarkets. It's local branches of big, greedy, soulless, business-stealing supermarkets. At least their full size cousins can provide you with all your needs. These little ones have nothing you want on their sparse shelves. I understand that they are collectively known as convenience stores. 
It's now approaching that time of the year when I will traditionally start to panic about where I will be living after June, as that's usually when most 12 month housing contracts come to an end and it's time to sign a new one. Luckily, I'm not expecting a major headache on this occasion (last year was just awful), but there's always a nagging doubt, imposible to shift, that it will all go wrong and you'll end up squatting in a dustbin with nowhere to re-charge your electric shaver. Or is that just me...
On a more exciting note, it's almost time to move over to British summertime! Hurrah! Longer evenings, and the promise (if not the actual delivery) of warmer weather. Unfortunately it does mean losing an hour of precious sleep, but I'm looking forward to erecting a deckchair next to my dustbin and soaking up the sun.
