Trolley 610

The first trolley of the new year was captured this morning in the Kokoro passage. Given that Sainsbury's was open, I had assumed that M&S would be, but in the event, it and the rest of the Ashley Centre were shut and I had to leave the trolleys in the covered corner by the front door, along with another which was already there.

Epsom pretty quiet this morning, with little more than the cafés and coffee bars open. The nearly new Gail's looked busy enough.

Sainsbury's open but pretty quiet too, and for the first time for a long time it was quicker to walk diagonally across the car park than walk the two sides.

Across the footbridge, the gas depot was pretty full of interesting vehicles. The council tip shut. First line recovery open and while they could do vehicles No.29, No.30 and No.31, there was no No.38 nor anything near. Just a few high numbered sports. And two heavy recovery trailers, at least one of which was from Germany.

While from the footbridge I noticed this new-to-me mast. First thought fairground, second thought something microwave, not very far away, slightly west of south. But this evening, I have failed to locate it on gmaps. Will try harder next time I am on the footbridge. Maybe go so far as to take a compass.

Getting nearer home, I was prompted to think about the way that we sometimes make a habit of doing things which we like to moan about. Perhaps a regular chore which sometimes we quite enjoy, but which sometimes seems tiresome or tedious. But in the round, we would miss it if it were not there. Notwithstanding, it is also something to moan about. Which gave rise to the thought that life is all rather complicated when need to erect lightning conductors, as it were, so soak up anger (or whatever). Scapegoats. Then the thought that this is not so far from getting young people to go in for seriously physical sport at about the same time as they are starting to think about the opposite sex. I associate to an episode in Švejk when the bored soldiers, en route to some messy battlefield, are only too glad to have someone to have a go at, someone to vent their spleen on. A having a go at which can sometimes get out of hand. I also associate to stories of pairs of old ladies in villages of old who were more or less kept alive by their mutual animosity. And when one went, the other was not long following.

References

Reference 1: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2023/12/trolley-609.html.

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