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Anyhoo, the festive season has, indeed, returned, for my sister Wink has come. She had said she was coming a week ago, but parties intervened and she has only just arrived. Hiccuping slightly.
It’s all jolly frosty again. I’m not venturing out except in the car, I had enough of staggering about on slipping stick the last time it snew (thass a bit of Norfolk, is ‘snew’). I went to the Co-op and had to queue to get in the car park which was a bit surprising, especially when I went into a fairly quiet shop. Don’t know where everyone was who’d parked there. Anyway, I got a trolley, filled it, queued, paid and went back to the car. It’s not a well-designed car park, although it’s quite a new shop, because it’s on a slight slope, so you have to fight your trolley’s tendency to roll the way you don’t want it to go at the best of times. Sadly, the way it wants to go is not a useful direction. But at least, on ice, it’s something to hang on to. However, having unloaded my bags, I couldn’t face taking it back to the trolley park so decided to abandon it. It was lucky that some poor employee was taking trolleys back to the shop at that time, so I apologetically told him (for which he thanked me, dear chap) I was leaving it and then I beetled off home to start cooking.
Tomorrow, everyone’s coming for lunch (I’ve made a chicken casserole already) so we can have high jinks and more present giving afterwards. Joy!