“Let’s go Christmas shopping” they said.
“It’ll be fun!” they said.
“Yeh… right!” I replied.
It was hell. Don’t get me wrong. I love Christmas. I just don’t love not being able to walk is a straight line along the street. I particularly don’t like the thoughtlessness of some people.
“Yes that was my foot you trod on. If you stopped looking at your mobile phone and paid attention to where you were going, my foot would be so much happier!”
Onwards brave shopper, and into my favourite essential oils store, a veritable sanctuary for the overwrought soul. There’s nothing so soothing as a calm-scented store and smiling staff. Thank you the lovely people at Neal’s Yard.
Leaving the store with a renewed serenity, I spied my next destination, a small shop in the Shambles, a unique little street in York, selling everything Harry Potter-related. Within 10 minutes I left with everything I need to keep a Slytherin-fixated niece happy as Larry. All I have to do is airfreight it to the other side of the world in time for the big Ho Ho Ho!
I have to say, I was delighted when a text message popped up to tell me I had five minutes left until my parking ran out. Yay… an airtight reason to leave the city an head homewards to the fraught-free city.
I may have to rethink my shopping tactics and go midweek instead.
Wishing you all a fun-filled weekend.
Today’s weekend nonsense was partly sponsored by a horrendous trip to the city and by Linda G Hill’s post encouraging us to come up with a post containing words with the letters ‘ght’… I tried!