Night of the Living Dead

By 5pm this afternoon when the sun was beating down with slightly less ferocity than before, I scraped together the energy to go and get a few supplies from Woollies. I'd run out of their special little yoghurts and also really needed some cake. This being a Sunday though, I thought to check their business hours online first - didn't want to drive all the way there and discover they closed at 5. Happy days! They were open til 6.

In due course I pulled up outside and walked towards the supermarket, coming to a sudden halt where an unfriendly steel gate barred the usually welcoming entrance. A piece of paper stuck to the window begged forgiveness for any inconvenience, but Woolworths would be closed from 5pm onwards for a stock-take. BASTARDS! Every food item in the shop immediately became a thousand times more desirable when viewed through an impregnable safety-glass barrier. Other lost souls who had been similarly denied milled around in front of the store.
Curse you, Woolworths!