It's Christmas!
I popped into the M&S Food Hall next door to get something for dinner tonight. Meandering up and down the isles I came to a display of Christmas cakes and Christmas puddings. It’s not even October and they’re on the shelves already!
I mentioned to the lady at the check-out that we were still in British Summer time, and they had Christmas cakes out. “People have been buying them,” she said, before leaning forward and whispering: “the advent calendars came in today.”
A little bit premature, wouldn’t you say?
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DEPRESSION
Where the fuck are the Easter eggs, eh? And the new bloody garden furniture (flood-proof, natch)?
That’s what I want to know, and I want to know it now.
What I want to know is why, when there's such a glut of the batsards, advent calendars are always sold out half way thru by bloody November and for 2 years in a row I've had to resort to making the fuckers myself.
According to the papers today, mince papers being sold now have an eat by date of 1 week... hardly Christmas fare... not even Advent... in fact, barely All Souls!!!
...er, that would be mince pies... I'm not entirely sure what a mince paper is!
I hate to spoil the anti-festive party but I LOVE CRIMBO and the huge, fat, mass-produced commercialised run up to it!!!
Truly sad, I know, but whilst on an early September jaunt to Costco to make a mass nappy purchase, I also bought my Xmas wrapping paper...bah humbuggers to you all...tee hee ;)
It's all too bloody confusing - my Co-op is selling all the Christmas stuff AND hot-cross buns!
I have nothing against Christmas... for some reason it almost seems important to mention this...
I loved Christmas when I was a kiddie and had some new toys to play with.
Then, when I was older, Christmas was a time when the BBC broadcast some really great film seasons, especially when it came to commemorate the passing of a legendary Hollywood actor or director.
Now, where I get the impression I'm supposed to enjoy myself - or get the being forced to enjoy it - I can't wait to get it over with. But that's me.
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