Went christmas shopping today with my mother. It's nearly impossible to buy many of the things I required in our home town (or nearby) so a trip to a larger town was necessary. Mum was only to happy to accompany me as any sort of shopping trip keeps her pleasantly amused.
I'm not much of a shopper as a rule. Especially at christmas. So I thought it was very brave of me to tackle Yeovil. As we didn't arrive until lunchtime, we headed straight to this great chinese place there where you pay a paltry sum and in return you can help yourself to as much chinese food as you can scoff. This put me in a good humour so I was able to cope with the crowds of people and cheesy carols blaring out so much better.
H and I have two teenage sons and I find them more difficult every year when it comes to knowing what to buy them. So when I walked into Woolworths and spotted DVD's of the tv series 'Life on Mars', I thought "Bingo, ideal for son no 2". He had adored this programme when it was on tv and I was proud of myself for my flash of inspiration.
I waited in a long queue with the empty boxes but when I got to the front, the assistant coolly announced to me that they were out of stock. I felt my good humour evaporating and began to recall exactly why I find shopping so tiresome. Disgruntled I made my way to HMV and to my rapturous joy, they had it in stock. Thank you HMV-I will go to you first next time.
The rest of my shopping was fairly straightforward, I'm glad to say, with things on my list found along with other things that came under the banner of inspiration (that is; not exactly planned beforehand but needed to fill out the boy's stockings).
As far as taxi work goes, this was a day off for me although I was the one that drove Mum and I to Yeovil.
And she gives rubbish tips!
