My first solo shopping trip for six weeks. Met my hairdresser by chance and we stood nattering for a while and clogging up the aisles. Poor woman had spent last week in Manchester as her father succumbed to an inoperable brain tumour. Who knows what thoughts and secrets, sadnesses and joys each shopper is carrying around with them. In the midst of her pain she asked about my recovery and congratulated me on my first post op shopping trip. Bless her.