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Friday, December 31, 2004
A cliche, but, please, so soon?
L and I rashly decided to go to do a Big Shop last night, Dec 30th, at 11pm. It seemed like a good idea, but within five minutes of being in the store, enthusiasm waned, and we struggled to make decisions on the most trivial of things - strong or mild cheddar, organic or cheap poppy seeds, etc.
And what horrific reality appeared on the shelves where just last week rows and rows of Christmas-related tat sat?
Easter eggs. Mini eggs. Kinder Surprise Special Packs. Chocolate Bunnies. Creme Eggs.
It's a cliche to bemoan the ever-earlier arrival of special merchandise in shops, I realise, but, oh my, how depressing is this?
And what horrific reality appeared on the shelves where just last week rows and rows of Christmas-related tat sat?
Easter eggs. Mini eggs. Kinder Surprise Special Packs. Chocolate Bunnies. Creme Eggs.
It's a cliche to bemoan the ever-earlier arrival of special merchandise in shops, I realise, but, oh my, how depressing is this?