A Dream Like Breakfast Experience for Milk.

A sudden downpour marked our arrival at the boot. I enjoyed watching the stupid lady park in the big puddle and was highly amused watching her walk on her heels through the water like a freaky Jesus. It was even funnier when, just as she reached dry land seemed to notice that parking in a puddle was an idiotice thing to do. She turned on her heels and headed back into the car. However the stupid cow tried to park next to me in a series of jerky "I'm going to crash in to you" type movements. This was a touch alarming.
The boot was of course a washout with lots of sodden items or goods under clear plastic sheeting. Then I noticed a bloke with a few boxes of vinyl and he didn't seem to be a regular. I hung about for a few minutes but the dude was feart to put the records out, even though it had stopped raining. A couple asked to see his records and he invited them into the back of his multi person vehicle type machine. Damn, why didn't I ask? I was sure the middle aged wifey would be well into hip-hop and would snaffle all the good stuff. I needn't have worried, about ten minutes later she was telling me that she was getting back into old stuff again "I've got Jimmy Sommerville on the car cd player all the time". She seemed amazed that I didn't like the little poof. Yo, shizzle my pizzle bitch.
I was amused when I returned to the car to be told about the guy who had parked in the puddle and had tried, unsuccesfully, to leap to dryness.
So on to the breakfast. I seemed to enter a dream like state as I entered Tesco. I am vaguely aware of toast and tomato noticing the young lad who was serving up genorous portions of scrambled egg. I believe someone said it looked like he was giving 4 portions in one scoop! I was served by a random lady who didn't seem to be quite with it. I passed on the manky plum tomato and got an extra slice of fried bread. The lady asked if I wanted toast, I said no and she seemed to be moving on....hold on, how many items did I have? ...1,2,3,4,5,6,7!...I was a very brave boy next. "Excuse me, I only have seven items". Thankfully there was no hoo-haaa and I got some scrambled egg, I continued the braveness by asking her to make sure there was no liquid with the scrambled egg.
At the checkout tomato was stopped by the operator who was on a high state of alert. She noticed him trying to smuggle through a mountain of butter portions. Tomato pointed out that he was fetching the butter for not only himself but also me and Mr. Toast. I rather helpfully pointed out that I didn't have any toast. This must have endeared me to her as she charged me less than Herr Tomato for my traditional with a pot of tea. Hurrah!
I don't remember much about the breakfast. I had entered the zone. I was not aware of my surrounding or the breakfast. I was one with the void. Suddenly I became aware of reality, my breakfast was finished, ahh toast and tomato are here! what are they saying? I ate mine very quickly? Judging by the amount they had left I must have. Toast was complaining about the low temperature of his grub and dragged tomato along with him. I hadn't really noticed.