Emotional Tesco Express…

More Milk, More Messages (Apparently I’m the Drop-Off Point Now)

Earlier today, I wrote about the milk I didn’t expect to carry, handed to me by a woman at the petrol station who poured out her heart like it had been bottled up for years. I walked away holding more than a story. I was carrying grief. Loneliness. Milk.

I thought it was a moment. A cosmic flicker. But then today, in another town, at Tesco, another woman, same thing. Different face. Different pain. Same sudden unburdening. Two days in a row. Two strangers, spilling quietly into my space like I’d been pre-selected. And maybe I had.

I am driving home, and all I can think is, What in God’s Green Earth is going on here? My head was spinning!

So… why? What’s the universe trying to tell me?

I don’t believe in random anymore. Not really. These aren’t “coincidences”, they’re echoes. Small confirmations that something about me is open now.
Maybe more open than I realized. There’s a certain shift that happens when you’ve been cracked open yourself, grief, loss, awakening, whatever it is that stretches your soul until it squeaks. People can feel it. Not always consciously, but on that deeper frequency where pain recognizes pain… and safety recognizes safety.

I used to brace against these moments. Now I just stand still and let them happen.

So maybe the truth is, I used to be too busy trying to hold myself together to hold anything else. But now? Now I’ve made peace with the mess.
And the mess makes space.

We’re not meant to fix everything.

But we are meant to witness. To nod gently while someone says the thing they haven’t been able to say out loud. To carry a pint of emotional milk for a little while, even if we set it down again after.

And maybe, just maybe, they’ll leave a little lighter.

So if I’ve become the emotional Tesco Express, the drop-off point for souls carrying too much… Fine by me.

Just give me a minute to clear the trolley.

Mae 🧡


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20 responses to “Emotional Tesco Express…”

  1. Beautifully written.
    We need more stories like this—gentle reminders that there are still those who care, who notice, who listen.
    Thank you for sharing your voice and this quiet wisdom with us. It touched my heart.

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    1. Thank you so much, Carla. That really means a lot. I think we all need those quiet reminders sometimes, that kindness still exists, and that someone’s listening. I’m so glad it touched you. 🧡🧡🧡

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  2. “So if I’ve become the emotional Tesco Express, the drop-off point for souls carrying too much… Fine by me.” Bravo, Mae. I love this post.

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    1. Ha ha, the emotional Tesco Express Mags, I’ll take it! Thank you so much. I’m glad it landed with you… Trolleys are always open for drop-offs x
      🧡

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    Joey Jones

    You’re a star!

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    1. Thank you, Joey x I am just me. Right back at you 🧡

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  4. These are signals. Almost divine. Opportunities to learn and imbibe.

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    1. Yes, Geeta, exactly that. Little soul-signals.
      Not random at all… more like gentle nudges (or not-so-gentle ones sometimes) to pay attention, lean in, and take something deeper from the moment. I’m learning to listen better.
      🧡

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  5. Great post Mae – I mentioned to you about resonance and I’ve had a similar thing this weekend. I put my experience down to dropping my guard, (due to self preservation) and of course then, stuff floods in, good or bad but really important as it’s made me more open, aware, thoughtful and less… locked.
    So, I’m gonna claim the, ‘I’ve been through the self-service check-out’ analogy, before anyone else does.
    Ciao,
    Rob 😉 💜

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    1. Ah, Rob, you nailed it 🧡
      It’s funny how the minute we drop the armor, even just a little, the universe seems ready. Doesn’t always send what we expect, but it always sends something.
      And I love that: “I’ve been through the self-service check-out”, that’s yours, 100%. Badge it, trademark it, wear it with pride! Here’s to being a little less locked and a little more human.🧡

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      1. Thanks Mae 💜 I’ll claim that, I’ve got the T-shirts ordered and working out a way of including a barcode scanner (attachable holster maybe?) to identify energy vampires on approach? Work in progress… 😉😁💜

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      2. Brilliant! 😂 Please tell me the T-shirts are purple and come with built-in sarcasm shielding? And the barcode scanner, genius. Maybe one that makes a loud honking noise when a vampire gets too close?

        Work in progress, but you’re clearly on the cutting edge of energetic self-defense! Keep me posted, I want one for Granny Frass, too. 🧡

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      3. Purple, built-in sarcasm shielding and loud honking noise are now with the R&D dept, thanks for that (I’m moving quick on this). I’m thinking of interspersing the honking noise with a wailing ‘spillage in aisle three!!’ to ward off egomaniacs. And the T-shirt for Granny Frass will have an embroidered GF on the sleeve.
        Sorted.
        😁💜

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      4. Brilliant, I knew you’d run with it! The wailing “spillage in aisle three!!” is inspired — proper egomaniac kryptonite. They’ll be running for the exits before the second honk. As for the embroidered GF on the sleeve? Iconic. She’ll wear it like a badge of honor (and possibly spiritual superiority). Let me know when the prototype’s ready. I want front-row seats for the field testing. 😂😂🧡

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      5. Fantastic!
        I’m setting up an Oasis type ticket system for the prototype field testing. You and GF up the front with me.
        General public pay £1500 per ticket, binoculars provided and no singing experience needed.
        Onward 😉💜

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  6. A willingness to stop and genuinely listen must be written all over your face.

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    1. Thank you, Peggy. Maybe life etched it there over time… or maybe I just finally stopped pretending not to care. Either way, I’m learning that real listening speaks louder than words. 🧡

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      1. Listening always wins the day.

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  7. Dear Mae
    You have some special qualities, and you influence me greatly.
    Your writing has helped me to survive difficult moments of loneliness.
    Thank you very much for liking my post, ‘Fraud’. 🙏

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    1. Thank you. If anything I’ve written has helped even a little in a moment of loneliness, then that means the world to me. We all have our silent battles, don’t we? And sometimes just knowing someone gets it makes all the difference.Keep writing, keep sharing. You never know who you’re helping just by being honest. 🙏

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