I was walking through a strange town yesterday, trying to find my way to Waitrose, where, after going our separate ways to do our own shopping, I was going to meet up with She Who Likes a Cup of Tea During the Afternoon.
I have always prided myself on looking normal. But what is normal? Maybe my normal is not the same as other people's. And what do I mean anyway by normal? Looking my age? Looking British? Looking upper class? All of the above?
So, finding myself in a road with no Waitrose, I asked a passer-by where it was. He looked at me as though I was mad and said, 'Well, it's just over the road from Lidl'. So I look like the sort of person who is familiar with Lidl, but not how to get to Waitrose. Hmmm.