A realisation dawns. The fridge and cupboards are bare. And the tummy rumbles. Grab a bag and go. Stalking prey - but this shop is closed. The usual holes in the wall where food is abundant - closed. The easy prey is a better risk/return. But stalking that prey takes work. Get in line, two metres apart from your fellow hunter and gatherer. Stalk, stalk, pounce. I‘m in. Some treats remain - be considerate and rational. What? There‘s no evian water only badoit? A disaster. How will people cope. Strained nerves and shoulders upon return - one more hurdle to overcome. Success - Netflix on, piping hot food and a luke cold beer. Hunting and gathering complete.