I honestly do try awful hard to be charitable and nice...honestly. But why does the entire world and his wife descend on our local supermarket with the intention of buying enough food to last until next June when Christmas is only for one day and the shop reopens on St Stephens day?
And they go bumping into people and clutch long lists and glare if you try to sidle past and poke the oranges and eat the grapes...it took one couple a good ten minutes to decide on which bag of potatoes they were going to get...arguing the toss over whether Roosters were better than Pinks. I kept edging back and forth between them, gathering up carrots and onions and they kept giving me the evil eye...like it was all my fault.
The queue at the meat counter...well...you've never seen the like. Lumps of dead cow and bits of pig were flying on and off the scales...oozing blood and looking positively revolting actually. It'll be fresh fish tomorrow that'll have the longest queue, 'cos it's traditional to have fish on Christmas Eve here...we'll have fish pie but I make it myself with frozen cod...if I'm not feeling the best Himself can go to the chipper.
I only wanted milk and a few veggies is all and it took ages and ages to finally reach the check out...but Eileen saw me and whipped me away to the baskets only and told Imelda to get one of the boys to pack my bag...so I stood there like a lemon while 'the boy' packed everything up, he did do it properly though.
Only two more sleeps before Santy calls...
Hi vashti, I found that plenty of coughing and spluttering with my oxygen on full display soon clears the way like I'm some sort of leper. Oxygen tubes up yer nose can send some into a state of panic as they think what you have could be contagious so I use it to full advantage to help me get through the fun of Christmas shopping at the supermarket.
I'm home now and trying to find which bulb has blown on the Christmas tree, why is it when 1 blows they all stop blinkin working? I'm not gonna let it beat me though, I'm armed with a pack of spares and a multi meter so it should be ready for this Christmas or maybe the next one eh'
Happy Christmas to ya over there in Ireland vashti and as Dave Allen used to say 'May your God go with you'
Tony xx
I know...always feel as though I ought to be ringing a bell and shouting 'Unclean'...lol...though, like you, I take full advantage! Hope you get your tree lights sorted...and may your god go with you too...xxx