Psychotherapist by day/Comedian by Night
This wonderful delivery man was curious about my blog and could name all the drivers I have already photographed. He said he didn’t want his face in the photo, not because of any objection to my blog, but because he was shy. I tried to encourage him out of his shyness and as you can see, under his hat he is smiling. Maybe next time, he has a lovely face, as does them all.
Tesco delivery men make my day, and on this occassion he bought me 6 bottles of wine for 25% off.
As it turned out Ramel has been here before and had his photo taken. We had a discussion about how he felt about my blog …. he was very happy so I thought best I get a photo with him this time. I hope you like the glamerous top my husband bought me.
P.S. my thoughts go out to all those living in rural areas (e.g. North Yorkshire ) where enjoying a Tesco delivery cannot be part of weekly life, if desired or indeed needed through disability etc.)
Photographer – Daisy Bentley -Simms 
The methadone isn’t working , I’m trying not to focus on photography when Tesco emailed me below, tempting me with a photograph of a delivery man I recognise .
If you are near Southbank rfh get down to #pennypepper book launch/signing tonight , I can’t go cause I’m waiting for the Tesco delivery man but her new book is brilliant ‘First in the World’ I have just got a copy . 
I wondered that despite the wonderful Tesco delivery men being very happy about being photographed for my online blog , my son has enlightened me that there is a possibility , further down the line , that one may change his or her mind and take me to court and argue that I didn’t ask them for their photo even though I did, because I only signed the Tesco form , they didn’t sign a form of consent.
As I am a writer , and not one for forms (I really don’t like forms, I fucking hate forms , especially when they are to do with mental health) and I’m not indeed a photographer , I have decided to rule out this very ridiculous anxiety/fantasy by ceasing photography, despite it being a big part of my enjoyment. I can still write about what they’ve said to me , but they will be anonymous …. No one will know whether the blog will be fictional or reality …
I’ll see how I get on , I’m coming off photography , trouble is , now I know I’m coming off I want to photograph them even more , there’s one coming tomorrow and I’m already getting twitchy, and the Amazon man is coming later … I might start on them as a methadone ..
M – multiple, S – sclerosis, multiple excessive resistance to change
Clearly why I don’t use other supermarkets like Sainsbury or Ocado, but Tesco force me into change by almost always sending me a different delivery driver, and they are so often lovely and helpful, how could I possibly change? Is this resistance or acceptance of change? The mind/body phenomena.
You may be thinking, ‘she’s got a lot of shopping today’ and yes we have got 4 kids to feed this weekend, but this familiar delivery man was delivering to other establishments. My one isn’t coming until tomorrow morning between 8am and 9am.
I am taking the blog more seriously, there are no adverts, I didn’t realise there were in the first place until my husband enlightened me. There is no such thing as a free lunch so I paid the £38 yearly fee to rid. Then Ros Middleton, owner of #’ReviewbookshopPeckham (highly esteemed literary lady) wrote to me on facebook “Tesco blog is the funniest thing on the internet”, this too has allowed me to take more seriously and I may even begin asking them their names even though I can read them on their badges. One day I might take a photo of the list, then I can be judged whether I have a drink problem or not. I usually put the list straght in the recycling for fear that something’s been left off and I’m disappointed.
Each time I get a delivery I will send my synopsis and first pages “From Essex to London in 101 Boyfriends” to a literary agent. I am likely to find the right agent when I reach 101. I start tomorrow when the next delivery man comes ….
I’ve cancelled tomorrow’s now – they came unexpected while we were watching Morvern Callar film on BFI, from the book by Alan Warner, my amazing Arvon tutor ….. because we paused the film to chat with the Delivery men it’s stopped working so have only watched half of the film – book is better though.
The delivery men agreed with the last London one that the Welsh driver was probably on the run …
Liz Bentley 