Yesterday (Thursday) I was working late in my office when my daughter rang to say there was "nothing in the fridge for dinner".
I work only fifteen minutes walk from home so I told her to come to the college to meet me and we waould walk into twon, have a bite, and do some shopping.
BAD MOVE! Little did we know that Paul Daniels and his misses were opening the Father Christmas grotto in our shopping centre. You could not move for shell-suit-clad, chunky mums and dads surrounded by screaming kids, 50% of whom must have suffered from ADHD all chanting "We want Pual and debbie, yea, yea, yea" encouraged by a distinctly cold-sounding warm-up man.
Christmas?? Bah! Humbug!!