Sainsburys Supermarkets

I am writing this review hidden in my cave with a bag over my head in case the till operator from hell could recognise me somehow via my computer screen, and I’m not taking that chance!
Shopping in this horrible little excuse for a Sainsburys is not on my radar normally, but we were in Craigavon and called in. Fish wife from hell would be the phrase that springs to mind when it came to our check out operator. Heavily tattooed (not that this is wrong but not that attractive scrawled over nicotine stained fingers) and a voice that could strip steel, we were scared. or at least I was, the GF is a brave little soldier and stood her ground in the presence of such a horror, while I tried to stuff myself into the nearby recycle bin.
Anyway back to the store, understocked, poorly laid out and just not that appealing, plus you have to PAY for a trolley, and sometimes you just don’t have that pound coin with you. I really do prefer Sainsburys above all the others. But not this one ’