We've braved the supermarket and we've done the Christmas shop. The traffic was appalling and now we're fit to drop.
We've boxes full of crackers, mince pies and double cream. We fought our way through bravely, trying not to scream.
We remembered the satsumas, the eggs and bags of nuts. Christmas cake and pudding to fill our greedy guts.
We grabbed a bag of carrots, the last one on the shelf. We nearly lost the battle with a man dressed as an elf.
We battled through the trolleys that filled up every aisle. The queue to buy the bacon was down to single file.
We didn't get a lettuce, so we'll have to do without. But we got some half price lemons and some bottles full of stout.
We have a wide selection of every type of cheese. With a jar of pickled onions, we've done our best to please.
A woman rammed our trolley as we tried to get some bread, she was wearing Santa earrings and her face was angry red.
A man in a jolly jumper had loaded up with beer, he may not have a turkey but at least he had some cheer.
The frozen food department had done a roaring trade on mini party platters, attractively displayed.
The checkout queues were heaving, we knew we'd have a wait. We glanced at all the others, resigned to their own fate.
And some were sending partners off down the aisles to get things they had forgotten, they were getting in a fret.
When finally we were finished and got back to the car, we sat for twenty minutes not getting very far.
Then we unpacked the shopping, but we couldn't find the sprouts. We thought that we had packed them in with the two smoked trout.
The shops were close to shutting and we nearly had a cry, then we saw a green net poking out behind a large mince pie.
So we go and stuff the turkey and pour ourselves a drink and delegate an aunty to a turn at the kitchen sink.
The shops will soon be open for the parties at new year. but for now we are relaxing, and we're full of Christmas cheer! Jan Millward©