Having forced myself into Tesco late this morning, forced is the word as the place was bloated with people, most not quite clear as to what they were doing, I obtained most of my needs and the most important gift card for yet another nieces birthday. I am convinced that some of these girls are fraudulent as there appears to be a birthday every month and sometimes two! Are these really family members or hangers on who have somehow got their name on my calendar, it is a mystery.
Back home resting my maladies I became aware that Monday is a Bank Holiday. As the card must arrive by Monday that means I must post it now and ensure it gets there on Saturday, this meant leaving my comfort and once again heading into town.
After much shillyshallying I trudged all the way into town, some seven minutes away, and posted the card in the box I know will be collected, sometimes Mr Postman misses the nearer one, the cad!
As I sauntered around I had intended to visit Sainsbury's and collect the oven chips that I forgot when amongst the masses in Tesco earlier but the herds of people suddenly had vanished! The streets were clear, well almost, and 'Iceland' lay over the road with few people to be seen. Naturally with only one item to obtain I spent £14:63!!! At least the freezer compartment is full now. I even tolerated the 16 year old with an attitude. This was a surprise as most of the girls here in Iceland are usually quite good, cheery even, I suppose working is a new experience for some.
The Bank Holiday brings out the Notting Hill Carnival and whenever I see pictures of this I am glad to be out here far from the event. Over a million people, hassle, police, yobs, noise and mess everywhere, it makes me glad to be here indeed. The church pictured where my friend is minister has to close on Sunday because of the crowds. In times past it remained open but many struggled to get past the police cordon to get in, then struggle again to get out. The church attempted to make something out of the carnival by opening and offering tea and coffee but that had too many problems and nowadays it is easier to just close for the day, well two days as the building is usually used on Mondays. Most locals head off out of town and do not return until Tuesday of they can, a wise precaution.
I will sit here in boredom watching football, it passes the time.
4 comments:
We can hear it even here in North London. I can't imagine what it must be like to live there. I have never liked that kind of event even when I was a teenager so it would be a good incentive not to live there now. So there!
Jenny, I had 20 years of it, that is when I hung around, usually we ran!
Leo went once. For about ten minutes.
Fly, That's about long enough.
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