Showing posts with label Christmas Shopping. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas Shopping. Show all posts

Monday, 22 December 2025

Shopping


It was along day yesterday which resulted in a nothing doing day today.  This, as many will be quick to point out, is not a strange occurrence here.  I have however, planned the shopping for tomorrow, if I can get up early enough to beat the crowds.  The Xmas stock must be obtained, enough to last until Boxing Day when the store will reopen, closed Xmas day.  One day off for the staff!  And that grudgingly.      
Cars from the store have trundled past all day.  A sight seen all over the nation, indeed all over the western world at the moment.  Many remembering what Christmas is about, many looking forward/dreading a family get together, and several thousand hugging stones at Stonehenge for spiritual satisfaction.  Then getting drunk or stoned.  I am even more keen on remaining indoors.
Did you notice the picture...?

Saturday, 13 December 2025

Another Day of Joy and Happiness...


Christmas makes people mental.
Elbowing, tripping, gnashing of teeth and the occasional fist fight occur when people shop for the last remaining 'special toy.'  I of course avoided this by shopping online, I still await the latest to be delivered, and enter shops early in the day before the lower orders are up.
I was thinking of a woman who was whining to her husband re what he does in the house.  She was complaining he did nothing, never took the kid too and from the nursery, and she done it all.
The husband mildly explained that he was working 7 days a week, doing 12 hour shifts, and all to pay for the Christmas she wished to have.  Meanwhile, he stated quietly, she worked only four days a week from 10-2.  He mentioned that she was being unreasonable.  It was at this point he discovered that he had married a woman.
A woman who, I suspect, had been reading those articles in women's magazines telling women how hard a life they had, and that they ought to stand up for themselves and avoid being 'used.'
Of course the women who write this drivel don't actually work themselves.  They live in comfortable surroundings, paid for by temporary man or daddy, and do not have to work at all.  Some write books along this line and enjoy the cash while ruining other women's lives.
Sadly, we all do this.  We read of others happy and easy life and wish to indulge this ourselves.  It does not exist.  Real life is hard work, male or female, rich or poor, well poor anyway.  Those tempted to believe the slavering of those living behind a laptop ought to stop and think a wee bit deeper.
er, blog writers do not count...


Firefox, like all other Browsers, websites, mail accounts, keeps updating the browser.  This is nice, but really, I never use what is already on the thing why do I require more suggestions not to use?  They are all at it, and things to help keep appearing and getting in the way.  I need to work AI just to stop them giving me helps.  None do help of course.


Monday, 8 December 2025

Christmas Shopping


 I finished cleaning this morning, the house, not myself, and after a spot of lunch I started to once  again Christmas shop online.  The idea behind this is great, you fond a shop, you select a suitable gift, and it arrives by post or van very soon afterwards.  Payment is simple, and all is well. 
NO IT IS NOT!
For a start, for every child you look for, the gift not the child, there are pages and pages online in a wide and varied selection of shopping centres all designed to take as much cash as possible from you for the least they can offer.  All expect their customers to be middle class, preferably a merchant banker, and willing to pay much for very little, as long as it is trendy.
This is not me.
In the end, having pondered on many things I changed over to Black Bun.
Black Bun is a Scottish delicacy.   This very rich fruit cake is a delight and a New Year special.
Such a shame it now costs between £8 or 11s.  It may not happen in this house. 
Only four shops sell the same make, no alternatives on show, and each has a rusty website inviting you to spend more for thing you do not require at Christmas, but they say you do.
An afternoon wasted cogitating on toys and buns.
Nothing was bought.
Nothing was spent.
I may repeat this tomorrow.