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They just don't think like me

 It seems that never a day goes by without a list of disasters happening in the world.  I was watching the news covering the earthquake in Syria and Turkey.  A journalist was showing the survivors sleeping outside in below zero temperatures, with no food  or water, trying to survive with not even a tent.  Another journalist then reported on the thousands of bodies being recovered and taken to a sports hall.  Do you see where I am going with this?  Why oh why are bodies being kept safely sheltered in a sports hall while the living are trying to survive out in the open?

Supermarkets don't seem to work on my logic either.  I go to, for example 'baking products', only to find that half the things I need are scattered at illogical places across the store.  In  Sainsburys in the UK I was looking for gluten  free sausages so I looked at the sausage  shelf, then a gluten free section, but nothing.  I asked someone who led me to where I  had already been and then said, 'we probably don't have any.'  'Hardly likely' I thought and went to find someone else.  She tut tutted and said they are all together  with the other refrigerated gluten free products.  Staring  at yet another section I had  already searched, she said she would go and find someone else.  Soon 2 more people joined our little group,  including the 'expert' on the chill section AND gluten free.  Heads were scratched, beards tugged with the result that they agreed with the first assistant, 'we must be out of them.'   I gave up and wandered off to find something else to cook for my son and grandson.  As I reached down to pick up some chicken my eye was caught by packets of sausages, gluten free, on the shelf next to it.  Just don't get me started on how to find marmite. 


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