Saturday, 5 December 2015
The Last Xmas Shop
Rising early I headed for the big bustling town to find my last present. Naturally the streets were as full as San Jose in sunny Costa Rica just to make the 'Big Issue' sellers feel at home. Ten million people blocked my path into 'Waterstones' where I found nothing of any use to me. Once I get the Book Tokens someone somewhere must send me I will go back and find something however to day it meant a shop trawl. Nothing but some chicken for the freezer and a book from the Cathedral shop. Nothing for other people, I suppose that is a successful day shopping!
Those in sunny climes may wish to understand the freezing weather was heightened by a gale blowing through the land. For reasons of mental breakdown they now give such storms name so this one has been called 'Storm Desmond.' Dear oh dear. Could they not call it 'Valhalla' or 'Tempest' or such like? 'Desmond?' It's like uncle Desmond is passing by not a full blown gale that has wiped out most of Scottish football and wrecked parts of the land. Tsk!
However much to my delight, and for only a £1 I managed to obtain my Xmas hat. Now let some bunch of cheery Carol Singers pass by and I'll let them know I'm around! Already the shop staff are gritting teeth while Xmas music plays, already 'When a child is born' has stuck in my head uncalled for for hours, already elbows and have bruises on them, already Tesco shop staff have got Xmas pullovers to wear! My hat is the ideal for shop folks and I will wear it will joy on Tuesday!
However I missed my bus! Bah!!!
At the Cathedral I noticed the Blue Boar above the unused door and wondered why it was there. I had not noticed this before and possibly someone has painted it or the colour stood out in the gray around us today. It appears The De Vere's, Duke of Oxford and lots of other lands, and based up the road in Castle Hedingham was involved in the death of one of the violent English imperialist kings, Richard III. He was bumped off unceremoniously in 1485 and buried under a nearby car park. He was uncovered and reburied amongst much fuss and ado this year. His sign was a 'White Boar' so some bright spark caught a white boar and painted it Blue, now 'Blue Boar' pubs and the like abound, but not in the area where Richard arose.
Now, where's that mulled wine...?