Chapter 8: Irene’s story
These littered lists are written by the same human. We shall call her Irene.
110. Chapter 1: It certainly could be those letters. It said sweep. Supermarket Sweep! Irene got her trolley ready. It did not matter that nobody else was playing or filming.
186. Chapter 2: Her heart was pumping so hard that she read chips as chops and chop as chips.
236. Chapter 3: Irene's gut knew there was no solution to this. Even after all the emails she sent to the producers.
686. Chapter 4: At the end of the day, Irene would eat food. Nobody needed to point that out to her in red.
696. Chapter 5: People were trying to nab her lists so she had to go with pencil. She hated it because of the shavings in her Gucci bag. Irene's favourite.
797. Chapter 6: The splinters when putting her hand inside were getting too much. So Irene bought this lot and treated herself to a new Ralph Lauren. No more wood.
