You don't expect a trip to Sainsbury's to be a journey through time. But today as I was perusing the root vegetables, I saw King Henry the 8th with a trolley full of food. This elderly gentleman, who was quite portly, was wearing a full Tudor outfit, complete with ruff, doublet, hose and hat. The next odd thing about this ensemble was that all the items of clothing were different, searingly bright colours. He was the technicolour king. He also wore quite thick-lensed round glasses. I followed him for a bit to see whether he was part of some prank, but it appeared not. He was just doing his weekly shop.
He was an aisle ahead of me. When I turned into the bakery section, he was gone. I hurried round the supermarket looking for him; I had wanted to take a picture to prove that I hadn't imagined him, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Not in the aisles; not at the checkouts; not in the car park.
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