Monday, 31 December 2018
Sixk of the endless small chicken that since Christmas day has never ceased to appear on my plate I sought sanctuary in Sainsburys overpriced 'reduced' section this morning. Here I found ludicrous prices on meat that has only a short shelf life yet lack of nourishment forced a sale.
The word 'Sale' remained in my mind wandering about the empty town early this morning where almost every shop had windows dressed in lying 'Sale' posters. I say 'lying' because that is what they do. This one filled the windows in an attempt to bring in customers but once inside I was disappointed with what was on offer on the 'sale' rack, even Sainsburys offered more. Large signs and few offers appeared to be the thing. Maybe the lassies found more but I doubt it.
Last year this shop, selling short lived footwear made in Romania or Bangladesh or somewhere cheap, had a similar full window advert claiming massive reductions. There was one display among the men's stuff for reduced prices, all rubbish, they might still be there today. I doubt the women got much more. The thing about this shop is the way you never see the same girl working there. Each Monday they appear to open with different staff, a sure sign that high wages are not on offer at this place. I wonder if the staff will ever get a pension from here?
Unusual to see such signs outside this shop as it always has 'sale' signs there. Like those furniture and carpet shops that we see everywhere this shops has had a sale on since 1969 as far as I can tell. This does not mean the stuff is poor, I wear some myself, but the prices are high, far too high, and sale time among the sales is required before I wish to purchase. It never appears to shut either, the staff change round, less often than the shoe shop but reasonably frequently and the place is open every day, I suspect it would open on Christmas Day also if it could.
Being Hogmany many folks reconsider their lives. Many go back over the year crying woe regarding their failures or smiling sweetly at the successes they have seen. I don't do this as I forget what happened yesterday let alone over the year. My brother died quite suddenly in March, which surprised us and no doubt him, the heat was on during the summer, and winter has not really settled in yet now, that strikes me as about all that comes to mind, I suppose there is more. The Heart of Midlothian have discovered how to play football, until half the team go missing for months through injury. St Paul's sees the vicar develop very well which is just as well as the curate leaves soon, though I still wonder what I am doing in an Anglican church, a denomination full of strange ideas, people and godless creature. New neighbours abound in the house, most I have still to fall out with, so that is something to look forward to from tomorrow and next week back at the museum I will find my place there even less important to the mighty ones now the nation has forgotten their war 'heroes.' Then there is Brexit to come, or not as the case many be. I must return to stocking up on bully beef and soldiers biscuits as I have put that aside for Xmas. By the end of the month the opposition might have awoken and dumped Corbyn and found a leader but I doubt that really. Many could be worried about the future but most are ignoring that and instead concentrating on the 'Bread & Circuses' on offer which avoid the need to think or take responsible action. This is understandable but foolish. Trump in the US, China on the rise, Putin and his gangsters running the Leave Campaign among other rich nameless right wing types, many EU states looking to their granddads for guidance rather foolishly, migrants equally foolish in believing they will be allowed in.
For me the peace comes in knowing Jesus is still in control though it looks a mess. Whether I am truly following him is the only worry there.
Until Midnight, if I am awake...