Tradition Unbroken

It has long been a tradition of mine that when I have been employed as a teacher, I do all my Christmas shopping during this half term week. It's because I cannot face either going into town in the ensuing weekends, or leaving the whole shooting match until the break up for Christmas hols because by then things are way too frantic.

But this week, because of the whole misery of life since the start of September, and the fact I am, as yet, totally unexcited about Christmas this year, I thought, I'm never going to get the shopping done a la my usual tradition.

However, this morning, despite it chucking it down with rain, despite the wind chill factor being minus 47 degrees (well, it  felt like it when I made a cuppa in my jams jams this morning and took out some recycling to the bin whilst I was waiting for the brewing of the pot), I got on the interwebbly and bought some gifts - bish, bash, bosh - and then Andy and I said, 'Let's go to Canterbury and do shopping,' and we did and I got more gifts - bosh, bash, bish - and when we got home I went on the interwebbly again and got more stuff sorted - bash, bish bosh - and the upshot is is that I have completed 85% of my Christmas shopping today, and would have done all of it if Heather had handed over her list of ideas, but she didn't so she's got four days left or she gets  a satsuma, a nut and a lump of coal.

Tradition (almost) maintained!

Other happenings today: after 8 years of EDF referring to Andy as 'Mrs' on our joint-billing account, my repeated request for them to change this has now resulted in me being referred to as 'Mr'. Stupid me, I thought it would be a simple error to rectify. EDF obviously think otherwise...

...I've got a massive pimple on my chin; thankfully, the sudden swelling of my feet yesterday has left without a trace, and will hereafter be an enigma...

...garlic and banana are a bad combination. Trust me, I know...

...I have put a sign on the front door deterring the Trick or Treaters because I am a miserable curmudgeon who doesn't see why she should fork out sweets to children she's never seen before nor is likely to see until next year,  and especially doesn't see why she should fork out CASH to the chancer teens who sometimes appear. Honestly, it gets worse each year...

...Andy has yet again proved triumphant in the biscuit making stakes...

...I need a cup of tea so...

...byeeeee for now!