My neighbour put a cheque through my door yesterday for the damage to my car. So, as long as that doesn’t bounce, that is sorted. I then bumped into him as I was going to the supermarket and I thanked him for the cheque and he told me that he had tried to phone the garage to get them to refund me the money and for him to pay them directly. The garage had said they wouldn’t do it. But I just can’t work out why he would want to do that because he knew I’d paid the bill already. Perhaps he thought it was helpful in some way. Odd though.
I went to Tesco, which I don’t actually frequent very much these days. As I walked round it I was very aware of how much marketing there was, how often they tried to direct you to a particular product because it was a “bargain” and how whilst it had an awful lot off stuff in stock, it was what they wanted to sell me rather than necessarily what I wanted to buy. It all made me feel a bit uncomfortable really and I always feel as though when I shop at Tesco that I have to say to myself “but do I actually need that product or is it just appealing because they are trying hard to sell it to me”.
I have always been a bit sceptical about Tesco anyway, but over recent months as my mind has given more thought to why we think in certain ways that I have become even more sceptical about the reason why we believe the pitches of places like Tesco. I will expand more on some of the stuff I have been thinking about but my thinking is at a very embryonic stage and I need to do some more reading and thinking (and I can take a long time to allow things to ferment in my brain, so it might not be any time soon).
Anyway, it is another Saturday ahead of transforming G’s room from a bombsite to an oasis of calm. It’s an exciting life.
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