Look up. The ceiling has those long, dusty vents. They’ve probably been there since the 1990s. They are silent witnesses to thousands of shopping trips.
Near the flowers, there’s often a lonely, slightly wilted orchid. It looks dramatic and sad. It’s the store’s emo plant.
And the toilet roll aisle? It’s a monument to civilisation. All those soft, absorbent cylinders stacked like a fortress. It’s strangely comforting.
