Christ, it's great to be back in England.  Or so I thought.  Had a most bizarre experience in the supermarket this morning.  I was chatting with a till girl whilst I was packing and she was scanning, at no time were either of us, god forbid, pausing.  When we finished, I smiled at the woman behind me who proceeded to have a humungous go at us, accusing us of chatting and taking forever as if we had nothing else to do.  The till girl became very apologetic and I said 'she was just being friendly and I was packing as fast as I could' to which she replied 'no you weren't packing as fast as you could'.  I clearly antagonised her further be saying 'er, I think I am the best person to know about my capacity to pack'.  She then po-faced told us that she was going to lodge a complaint.  It was at this point that I almost cracked up, expecting her to say 'I'm kidding love, I was just pulling your leg', but no, this woman's whole day was spoilt by 2 people being, oh my God, let's alert the elders, 'friendly'.  I marched off to Customer Services to forwarn them of this woman with a seriously bad attitude.  What the hell is wrong with people?  This country has a history of the corner shop, community, knowing our neighbours, being involved with and caring about people and we are always complaining about the loss of it.  I sometimes can't bare the fact that my children are growing up in a world where there are people who are so fucking odd.