“Woolworths is going bust!” The newspaper headline announces. Before I strike panic and fear into the hearts of well groomed, personally trained and nicely tanned Northern suburb mums, I might point out that it is not the middle class South African institution about to collapse. No, it is the Woolies in the UK which, like a retail outlet in a grim parallel universe, sells an assortment of tat with no common theme, apart everything being a bit on the crap side.
The next article is on a well known furniture chain on the brink. On and on I read. Job losses. Mortgage crisis. Negative equity. My salary which has yet to be paid into my account and the urgent company meeting on Monday. The latter news flash obviously not appearing in the newspaper but rather a nagging worry which keeps bubbling to the surface of my mind.
