I ventured into the garden centre this morning. My first proper trip out since 16th March but after I had dropped DH off for a day's fishing I was strangely reluctant to go home.
Their one way system was very professional but Boy, it was long and winding! I'm normally a speed shopper but as I had no choice but to browse and follow the arrows I found myself chatting to the man behind me (at a 2 metre distance of course.)
He prattled on non stop for about twenty minutes about everything under the sun (which wasn't even out) I occasionally got a word in. 
Before Lockdown I would have been polite but kept my head down, hoping he'd give up. This morning I found myself enjoying a chat with what my granddaughter would call, 'an actual human.'
When I got back to the car I thought, OMG. I'm turning into my mother! 
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