Sunday Lunch : All things red, read and agreed cryotherapy included
the use of extreme cold in surgery or other medical treatment.
One cannot always have Our Lady of Fun and Wisdom for breakfast. One, sometimes, has her for lunch on a Sunday.
On the menue are all things red, apart for the nuts: saucissons - unfortunately not Français - pomegranate from Ali-Baba's Cave and Malbec from the Nisa, which once was Co-op.
I am not sure what happened with the Weather Regulation around food chainstores around Islington post-Brexit; but one thing is certain: in Nisa, M&S and Sainsbury's, haven't been to Tesco's lately, the Siberian ventilators are turned full on, as goes the Bulgarian saying from pre-Fall of the Wall times.
Say today, I enter Nisa wearing my black summer dress, while my favourite security man there is in turtleneck pullover, a ski hat, hoodie, duvet jacket, ski gloves and a scarf in lieu of a mask. I ask him, as usual, "How are you?" Only to make sure he is still in cryotherapy and sperm, not corps, preservation modus - after all he spends there eight hours a day. For him the Sibérien ventilators has been turned full on since Nisa-Nasa has possessed what used to be a tiny Co-op. Which makes me wonder if Nasa has a secret project consisting of training black people, disguised as security guards and casiers, for astronauts - getting them ready for the cosmic frost quoi - at the expense of the food-chainstores. Or maybe even better: may be Nisa is a disguised Nasa?
I wanted to write about this long time ago, but then I hesitated for two reasons; one altruistic and one egoistic: If the Siberian turn cosmic frost is not part of a secret Nasa project put in place in Nisa, then once having alerted attention to it, Nisa may decide to take £1 off its staff wages for cryotherapy.... and another £1 off for sperm/egg preservation.... and yet another £1 off for corps preservation in the case of death... That's my altruistic frown. Otherwise Nisa, as well as the rest, should pay its staff for working in hostile store-weather conditions. My egoistic frown : What if Nisa decides to charge me for cryotherapy while shopping instead of compensating me for shoping in challenging store-weather conditions?
Now having voiced the problem I wounder whether I should go in contre-offensive and send Nisa the bill for all the paracetamol that I had to take after the long, cold moments spent in their shop staring at their poor white wine selection, only to go away with a bottle of a red. Nisa will figure out how to split the bill between themselves and M&S and Sainsbury's and all the other cryotherapy comercial spaces. My knees and toes are still frozen - after having written all this - and having already eaten half of their silly chorizo and drunk half of Co-op's remarkable Bio Bio Malbec.
Ali-Baba's Cave on the other hand is my favourite food shop predominantly because of the customer-friendly weather it displays at all times - probably because Ali-Baba, and his brother, work in person there.
Relevantly irrelevant: I am hyper grateful to the lovely boy standing by the escalators of John Lewis, who when I asked where to get a dental airfloss, told me "Don't move", went and got it for me in the frame of a minute. Which is exactly the level of service one expects when in cryotherapy spaces.
Therefore dear Lady of Fun and Wisdom, YES 100% : Sanitation, Hydration, Representation, Recycling! I am hundred per cent behind you on this, I will just like to add "And a nipple-friendly store-weather" if possible. I am sure that healthy air circulation is fesable at 21°