Child’s play

Tell children yesterday that am going to local cathedral city to Make A Start On Christmas Shopping; foolishly ask whether there is anything I can get for them while I’m there, and spend much of morning in Boots staring in some bewilderment at men’s haircare products.  Get rather flustered trying to stuff various apparently essential items of school uniform into own carrier bags in Marks and Spencer under watchful eye of otherwise idle shop assistant at till; she says she is very glad that she doesn’t have to touch Some People’s Bags (which, she tells me, look as though they have been Used For Carrying Potatoes).

City not yet particularly Christmassy,  and while the dreaded Christmas Soundtrack is blaring out in some shops, buskers outside are still sticking to slightly out-of-tune versions of “Let Her Go“. Manage to find quite a few things that I would like, buy one small item for my daughter, and can only hope that retailers are not mistaken in their clear belief that colouring books for adults  are the answer to everything.

Happy evening watching candidates on The Apprentice produce terrible children’s birthday parties on a budget of £2000 apiece.

 

Remember, remember

On Toy Stall duty at annual Jumble Sale in village hall. First half-hour almost complete mayhem as dedicated bargain-hunters pounce, but gradually begin to make out individual faces and even manage occasional conversation with customers about Makka Pakka or poppies or Duke of Edinburgh Bronze Award.   Several say, rather surprisingly, How Much They Love This Jumble Sale; though do feel quite pleased myself when I discover complete 1970s Puffin set of Laura Ingalls Wilder books (50p).

Daughter analysing Wendy Cope poem for homework; dig out own copy of Serious Concerns and spend happy few minutes discussing favourite poems and Young Man who apparently gave me book in 1992.

Heavy rain in evening does not seem to stop fireworks round village, but stay firmly inside with dog and watch The Apprentice.   Can’t help feeling that village Horticultural Association does a rather better job of organising coach trips.