Jane tapped her fingers to the beat and sang along with the radio, as she turned from the main road into the Tesco's car park. She just knew it was going to be one of those rare and wonderful days, when everything would go right. Heading for the parking nearest the store entrance, she was delighted to bag a disabled bay that was only two places away from the trolley park.
Grabbing her handbag she jumped lightly down from the high step of the Range Rover 4x4, locked the doors and made for the entrance trying to control the wicked grin on her face. She even smiled and waved to that miserable old sod from number thirty-two. Old sod probably had a right to be miserable, but she wished he would keep it to himself and not bother her with it. She released a trolley and it did not have a wobbly wheel, or a mind of its own, it just moved smoothly in whatever direction she needed to go.
Every Thursday, after a hard day in the office, she did the shopping for the weekend and there would be a least six items out of stock and she would have a job to find a sell-by-dates longer than two days. But tonight she sailed around in no time, everything that she needed was in stock, and the sell-by-dates, were all at least four days long.
She even managed get two decent pieces of fillet and good bottle of wine for tonight’s dinner and to top it all off, there was no queue at the checkout and a spotty young man packed her bags and carried them out to the car. In addition, no one noticed when she clipped the car behind, while getting out of the slot and there was no long queue to get from the car park onto the main road. Heading home, the sun was shining, the traffic was light and she had a self-satisfied smile on her face.
The mobile was on the seat next to her, it gave loud chirrup and Jane did what she always did, she picked it up.
‘Hello.’
‘Hi, Mum, it’s me, are you driving? Do you want to pull over?’
‘Hi, sweetheart, I am, and no I don't. No nanny state is going to tell me what to do in my own car.’
‘Mum, I’ve got some fantastic news and I just couldn’t wait to tell you…’
'Oh, Christ!'
‘What’s happening, Mum?.. Mum!.. are you there?.. Mummm!!!’ The tinny voice screamed from within the mangled wreckage of the Range Rover
