I don’t know about you but I really love the days between Christmas and New Year. Staying in your pyjamas all day, playing with Christmas presents, living off leftovers and chocolate, and drinking strange drinks that you only ever buy at this time of year, such as sherry, port, and advocaat.
Of course we do struggle out of the flat once in a while too, just to get some fresh air in our lungs. On Boxing Day we want racing at Kempton Park with my brother and his daughter, and while we did pick a couple of winning horses between us the spoils didn’t even half cover the overall stakes for the meeting. Still, never mind, that’s all part of the fun isn’t it?
Went to Brent Cross Shopping Centre yesterday to see what the sales have to offer, but it felt more like spending two hours being carried along on a pressing wave of humanity than actual shopping of our own free will. We’d come out of one shop and say, “Right, where next?”, but in the end we just took a step together onto the concourse and let fate decide at which shop the shopper tsumani would deign to drop us next. Eventually the seething mass of bargain hunters spat us out an exit door and we had to take five minutes to gather our composure and get our bearings before running for the comparative safety of Elliot’s driving.
Right, time to take Abigail’s school buddy home after her Birthday Sleepover. Then it’s Sale Shopping: The Return, only this time at the huge new Westfield mall. At least they have more space there!