The excitement was almost existent this morning as we left the house to go food shopping. We decided to push the boat out and go to Waitrose, which, after careful consideration, I would like to pass a few comments. Firstly, I am clearly not your average Waitrose shopper. I was watched with fascination by a man in his early 60's wearing a barbour jacket, and a sense of incredulity, that a long haired, unshaven lout was allowed in the shop. He just stared. There was no hint of an attempt at disguising the fact. It made me cross. The rest of the shopping experience was little better. People seemed intent on standing in the way of where I was looking, shouting over the top of me, and generally being ill mannered, It is, I believe, supposed to be a season of goodwill, whatever your outdated belief system is, but there was little evidence of this. Also, the quality of the stuff on sale was not much better here than at our local Tesco. We ended up buying food from Waitrose, and then going to Tesco to get the Alcohol, as it was cheaper anyway. On reaching the checkout, we were asked whether we would like any bags, and I was very proud of myself for avoiding the answer "No thankyou, we would like to perform a magical juggling act on the way out to the car. I hate shopping, it turns me into Jeremy Clarkson. In the evening, we watched rubbish television, and I had an early night! This is unusual.
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