I would say I have this wild dream, but it's about as wild as a pet mouse. Sylvie my girlfriend probably thinks it's wild, but that's only in the sense of scarcely achievable. But anyway (in a Martin Luther King accent) I have a dream - I want a wholefood shop of my own.
After little self-psycho-analysis, I realised that I don't want to run it, I just want to eat all the food in it. But I lump it together with my other wildly unachievable dream of living in a commune in London, the one with a kung-fu hall attached.
But my motivations for having a wholefood shop are still the same as ever - I just can't get all the food I want at one shop. All the shops in London only stock individually about two thirds of what I want.
Just spent over £50 at Bumblebees. If it wasn't restricted to what I can stuff in my cycle bag without destroying me or the food, I would have spent more. They still didn't have any European apples, and they still stock Nestle's OJ - which I told them about (without descending into rant mode). Claimed they didn't realise. OK, so it says Libbys on the label and not Nestle but come off it, I know that and I'm not a grocer.
On a completely different subject my mate Ian showed me his blog - a completely utterly different concept entirely almost to this blog - but now I have to try to link to it, so there's an entry in the side bar of the blog somehow, permanently, or rather not as transiently as just a link in this text here.