I was talking with a friend last week about the evils of Christmas shopping. She’d just had an unsuccessful browse in a shop looking for some more presents for the kids. She hadn’t enjoyed it, “I can’t think of anything to get them! They’ve got everything anyway!” We spent an enjoyable five minutes bemoaning the current way of doing Christmas. The hype, stress, expense and guilt in the season of goodwill.
I’ve just had an unsuccessful search for a remote controlled dragon! I promised a friend of mine that I would get her little boy the aforementioned dragon as one of his Christmas presents. She’d seen them in Woolworth’s and John Lewis, no problem I thought, I found out today that I was quite wrong. Sold out everywhere I’ve been! Three shops this lunch time in Newcastle and nine shops this evening in the Metro Centre here in Gateshead! No dragon, lots of stress. The Metro Centre advertises itself as the largest shopping centre in Europe, lots of people must love it, because it’s always full! I hate it, because it’s always full! After a fruitless search I sat in my car feeling stressed and depressed.