12/12/12 – Had to write a blog post today if only because of
the strange date. If only I had thought about it earlier I should have taken a
photo at twelve minutes and twelve seconds past twelve and then it could have
been 12:12:12 12/12/12
Enough of this inane numerology, who cares anyway,
especially if the world ends as predicted by the Mayans on the 21st .
I just hope if Armageddon does occur, that it’s after my works Christmas lunch,
otherwise I could have saved myself £30 !
More significantly it’s only fourteen days til the big day
itself. Yeah that’s right I said fourteen, I know for the rest of us it’s only
thirteen but my other half has a birthday on Boxing Day and boy does she have a
chip on her shoulder about it.
There is only one thing worse than getting a combined
present and that’s getting a combined card. I did once actually buy a Happy
Xmas / Birthday combo card for a joke early on in our relationship and I’m
still getting pelters for it now.
So while everyone else chills out on Boxing Day and looks
forward to doing very little, I will be hearing the same old sob story of how
we never do anything special on her birthday, blah blah blah. Either that or
I’ll be getting dragged around every single shop in town looking for a bargain
in the sales, which will ultimately result in her conclusion that nothing in
the sale is what she really wants, followed by another treck round all the
shops again looking at the non-sale items. This is why Boxing Day is so called,
as couples everywhere end up in a mass brawl usually starting around 2.15pm.
This is only slightly more preferable to full Armageddon.
Anyway, in other news, two of my presents for the kids that
were ordered in good time online are now reported as out of stock and unlikely
to be delivered until mid January. You can apologise all you like Mr internet
based company spokesman, but they are no bloody use to me on the 17th
January, so take your order and stuff it where the sun don’t shine. Grrr.
After embarrassing myself with a massive alcohol shopping trip
last year, where the checkout girl gave me a direct referral to alcoholics
anonymous, I am now opting for a different strategy. Instead of filling my
trolley until it exceeds its weight limit, every other day, I am stopping off
and picking up a little here and there. This was going great until I realised
the same woman on the self service til has taken the security tags of
individual bottles of Rum, Whisky and Vodka in the last five days. I can tell
she’s now secretly judging me.
Incidentally, I must confess to necking a good chunk of the
rum already which is always the danger when turning your kitchen worktop into a
bar for the upcoming festive season. Cheers. Eat, drink and be merry !
