With only two days to go I am finally starting to get into the Christmas spirit. I'm not quite there yet because this afternoon I have to venture into the cardiac arrest-inducing death trap that is Plymouth City Centre to both start and finish my Christmas shopping.
In normal conditions it is bad enough; with the kamikaze pram pushers, screaming parents, fed up shop staff and arguing spouses, but add to that potent mix a couple inches of (now frozen solid) ice and snow, and the combination is deadly.
Once this mission is accomplished I will well and truly turn my Christmas on. I promise.
If you don't ever hear from me again it's because I'm in prison for murder.
Shame we've been dumped by the Herald!!
ReplyDeleteWhat's happened there then?!
ReplyDeleteI just had a quick look and can't see us any more...