HELLO EVERYONE!
In the heart of a wonderful organic, sustainably inclined supermarket, 14 of us sit at a long table, frozen, with our coats on, listening to a fantastic talk about Bees. Why the coats? Its freezing. The heating is broken and cannot be fixed because it's May (?!)! We should be on the roof garden, in the lovely sunshine!
In the heart of this supermarket, there is a terrible blue light and a deep sadness. I've never sat in a supermarket for a day (obviously, it would be weird if I did that regularly). People's faces are so flat, grim or sad. They've given us a wonderful wooden table with bright wild flowers brimming with yellow energy. The scene shimmers with excitement.
Their gaze glides over us. They hurry along, pushing their trolleys, their pushchairs or talking into the emptiness of their mobile telephones. A couple stop and listen for a bit but then drift on. No one asks what is going on... Can they even see us?
It gets colder and colder (health and safety/chilling cabinets) and then I hear that name, again and again, Bayer, Baya, Bayer, Baya...not in a good way... a bad name, bad energy, Bayer and Bees, Bees and Baya, sounds the same. Its like the supermarket, cold and empty like the eyes of the customers, it is not my name anymore.
This is why its all change at Home Made....same captain but different perspective, different view from the bridge of my ship!
Will we ever bask in the sun on the roof?
Being there felt like a true political statement but it did "count" if hardly anyone noticed? And the supermarket is fab and very "green" and welcoming. Did our presence change anything?
It seemed to get slightly warmer in the afternoon...I even unzipped my coat!
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