I hate shopping with a vengence
and I hate shopping in garden centre Christmas display areas even more
To me they are as pointless as a spare dick at a wedding.
But every year I subject myself to the annual "collection of the decorations"
in order to send some dear friends and my mother-in-law a load of
old tat that they can hang on their trees and loop in front of the windows.
It's become a bit of a tradition.
Today, I subected myself to a half hour amble around the vast winter wonderland
at the local garden centre and I wasn't the only one.
The place was heaving with mostly middle aged and elderly women, most of whom
looked as though they were enjoying themselves immensely.
The largest group were clustered around a dancing father Christmas who was bouncing around
to the strains of " Jingle bell , jingle bell, jingle bell Rock"
They were laughing like loons , and as I mused over whether to buy an obese smiling woollen turkey who was waving a sign which said " I love Christmas Pudding"
I caught the gaze of the only man in the group who looked painfully bored with
the whole sorry spectacle.
He mouthed the words " God help me" at me as the women continued to cackle
And I gave him one of my most sympathetic smiles