I sit and ponder that Christmas is but a few weeks off - yet, to battle the heathens in the shopping centres is by far too high a moral price to pay.
I cannot bring myself to do it.
I would rather slash my wrists - the carry on in the car parks as shoppers victoriously "win" a car park space is enough to turn anyone into an alchoholic.
Normally sedate people turn into red eyed monsters who are willing to rip off your front bumper bar with their bare teeth for the spot closest to the front doors of the shops.
And it is set to get much much worse.
So much for the spirit of Christmas.
So everyone is just getting money - there...the shopping is done.
A highly respectable gift from a Lady anyway.
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