Well, there you go... or not. It is not that easy finding out that you are not really supposed to be here and especially not naked, except for your wellies and a pair of deluxe person-fondling mittens and carrying a tray of tomato plants, that – by now – should have been planted-out ages ago.
However, such is the nature of both space and time that it makes such things seem almost inevitable if you trace the sequence of cause-and-effect back far enough. Taking that as read though, it still doesn’t adequately explain your presence here to the rest of the people in the supermarket, or why the necessity of carrying the seedlings in their tray makes it difficult for you to manoeuvre your shopping trolley with the ease and dexterity you would normally possess.
Still, we can only presume that we can all assume there are adequate, if not compelling, reasons for this state of affairs you find yourself in. A situation that has all the hallmarks of one of those strange dreams you have been having lately, but this time it seems to be real – or, at least as far as you can tell.
After all, when we are in the middle of them, dreams can sometimes feel so real.
However this does not feel like a dream and leaves you - without the dream logic that would solve such a conundrum in the least-likely manner – how you are going to pay for your tin of soup, three boxes of free-range eggs and a small jar of raspberry jam if you are naked and therefore have no cash or cards?
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