I don’t know what happened yesterday. I spent the whole day in some kind of stupor. Having done our Christmas shopping the night before ( at midnight no less!) in a vain attempt at trying to avoid the crowds, I could have sworn we had purchased every available item in Yorkshire. Peering in both the fridge and freezer confirmed this, but ‘the boss’ was still insisting that we had ‘this and that’ still to buy. Some kind of sherry I think called something Hall and a packet of crisps she desperately must have to add to the vast amount we’ve already bought. Granted I was very tired. It was 01.05am before we had finished siding all of our midnight purchases and had finally managed to fall into bed.
So why was I stood at the bus stop on my way to Bradford the following morning? I know I was there because I took a photo of the boss smiling happily as we waited for the bus to arrive. I also took one of the sky as well. Why? Because it contained a plane which had obviously managed to take off.
The next thing I remember was being stood in the queue for the auto tills at Morrison's supermarket in Bradford. There are four auto tills but as usual one of them was broken and there were about six thousand of us stood queuing with our few purchases. (well perhaps a slight exaggeration but the time we spent stood waiting to go through them it certainly felt like it.) We had just three items in our basket. A bottle of Sherry, a large packet of crisps and a bottle of Asti Spumante sparkling wine. We had journeyed all this way for three items. I also took a photo of the Christmas tree stood in the middle of Bradford Interchange so we must have walked through there at some point in the days proceedings though I don’t remember it.
Next thing I was conscious of we were entering Sainsbury’s in our little town. There was a brass band playing Christmas carols in the entrance next to the Christmas tree. Not that I actually SAW them but I took a photo (or someone did!) so they must have been there. I vaguely recall K being given a handful of chocolates as we entered from Santa Claus who was hovering conveniently in the entrance area as you walked in. Thinking only of my spreading waistline I refused one. She couldn’t care less if she looked like Tweedledum and Tweedledee combined.
What on earth were we doing here? I thought we bought absolutely the whole of West Yorkshire last night? Some bottles of Beck for youngest son, yet another bottle of Asti for his girlfriend, some profiteroles for the buffet, a calorie laden pudding that looked absolutely gorgeous and that I foolishly admired when I spied it on the shelf (mustn’t have been entirely unconscious then!) appeared in my basket before we managed to hit the checkout.
Next thing I knew we were sat in Witherspoons drinking wine ( not a very good idea when you are already in a stupor) and I was sat trying vainly to eat a Beef Casserole. K had some kind of Wrap, can’t remember what but I did take a photo of it, so perhaps you may be able to recognise it. Then I found myself carrying a basket in Tesco’s next! What was this? A ‘let’s see how many supermarkets we can shop in in one day!’ Quest? I don’t remember what was purchased in Tesco’s. By now I was still upright and walking but my mind was completely numb and my brain was obviously back at home laid on my pillow.
We arrived home with bags stuffed with items I didn’t know we needed and all had to be somehow accommodated inside our already bulging fridge and freezer ( quite how people manage with small fridges I haven’t a clue) and after very careful management, accompanied by some choice cursing, we achieved it. I finally collapsed into a chair and tried to get my head around the day. Trouble is the shops are still open tomorrow……….