Among the classifications into which this series of photographs is falling is literature.
In Sainsbury's this morning my trolley confronts the trolley of a lively, elderly woman who is coming towards me. There is that awkward to and fro movement, where both parties, eager to move out of the way, move in the same direction. We exchange lame smiles. "The dance of the trolleys," she says.
Today, a salad of Roquefort cheese, chicory and pear with a vinaigrette sauce sweetened with honey.