We did the so-called Big Christmas Shop this morning. It was quite a stressful way to use up our nectar points, and given that there’s only two of us, we bought what I would conservatively describe as ‘half the shop’.
Honestly, by the end the trolley was so hard to push it was digging tracks into the tiled flooring.
I think on reflection, going early should mean going super-early. We arrived at about ten to eight, at which point there were barely spaces in the lamplit car park, and many a trolley load in and out of the store. It was busy.
Our second reflection is that using two zappers is fine, but only if you use different trolleys or bags as well. Embarrassingly obvious really, but when it came to a rescan, we didn’t remember what was what, and had to put everything through the self-checkout till. By then of course, it was about 9:30am and the supermarket was all trolleys and chatter. That was annoying.
We went round the Christmas tunes loop as well. I knew as soon as I heard Frankie Goes to Hollywood’s The Power of Love again (okay, not strictly a Christmas song, but John Lewis used it in one of their adverts years ago and these things just get stuck). Dean Martin or some other crooner ran tirelessly through all twelve days of Christmas again, and of course Ertha Kitt was pleading flirtatiously with ‘Santa Baby’ as though it were mildly funny. It’s not, by the way. Give it a rest, Ertha. I feel as though some of those songs have been on repeat for far too long.
“Just think: that’s the last time we have to come here before Christmas!” I sighed happily as we flopped back into the car and did up our seatbelts. Sammy chuckled as if I’d made some sort of joke.
It was nice that it was completed though. Oh sure my nectar points are reset to a cool £1.17 and it’ll take a year to build them back up again. Sure, we came away tired and a wee bit snappy at 10am, and sure we needed a hot drink to balance ourselves after the bustle of it all. But I kind of think it’s worth it.
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