I spent many years working in shops. And I love them. I love creative window displays, chatting to customers, satisfying piles of folded jumpers, a finger spaced rail and that specific type of boredom you have when things are really, really quiet.
It would be impossible to ignore the events of this week. The stomach churning reality of watching someone being forcibly and brutally killed. Or the heartbreaking aftermath of street protests, fists raised, knees on the ground. And knowing- in that way that you do- in the pit of your stomach, that watching that murder wasn’t really the worst part of it.
So, if I’m perfectly honest with myself things haven’t felt ‘right’ for a while. Politically, socially, you know, the big picture things. We all kept on acting up, eating out, buying the unnecessary. But, really, there was a niggle wasn’t there. A little ‘Is this ok?’ niggle. The Brexit divide that dragged on and was used as a quick way to shrug off problems seemed only symptomatic of more fundamental issues- from globalization, racism, economic insecurity, the climate crisis- it was all there. Simmering.