I went to Norwich for lunch today, so left home an hour early to do a spot of shopping first. I normally avoid the place throughout December, but it had to be done.
As I drove in, the electronic notice boards said there were spaces in all the major car parks, and I drove straight into the park underneath the library – I didn’t have time to walk far. I visited several shops, largely because I couldn’t find all I wanted, and not one of them was busy. Several were almost deserted. I don’t know if this means that people shopped early for Christmas, will shop late or not at all, or if it’s all been bought on the internet, but it really didn’t have the buzz that you expect half way through December.
We were out again tonight, for the Sage’s wood-turning club Christmas dinner. There is a competition, where people bring in the work they have done, and Linda and I went to have a look at the entries. I wasn’t bending over the table, really I wasn’t, and I was modestly dressed, but that didn’t prevent me getting my bottom pinched by a (very) strange (indeed) chap I didn’t know. When I turned round, he indicated another man and said he’d been bet…
Do you know, that’s the third time this has happened to me. I genuinely don’t understand it. I appeal to those of you who have met me – do you think I’m the sort of woman to get her bum pinched? And if I am, in what way do you suggest I change?