Christmas shopping seems to have begun in abundance. The main car park for the supermarket was twice as full as it normally is on a Monday and several of them swung in our way for re-fuelling. They should have done it on Friday really, as the prices shot up again this morning, especially on diesel. This means I may be able to report a record intake for a Monday in November, but I’ve had to deal with more unhappy customers than usual. There is a wide-reaching breed of person who refuse to accept that fuel prices fluctuate and that it’s not me personally that sits there with a calculator deciding how high to make the cost of their weekly fill-up. I have to stand there and listen to Middle-Aged Mrs Windbag telling me how little Tarquin won’t get the item at number 17 on his Christmas list because I’ve dumped 5p a litre on petrol, and I’m not allowed to scream “Stop spoiling him or buy a f**king bike, then” or I’d be fired.
To cheer myself up I’ve had a good look at some potential advent calendars. I’m a bit late ordering this year and I want to try something different, but I’m not sure where to go or what to look for. I might see about making one myself. I have found a website that does next-day delivery on some nicely-decorated boxy ones that you fill up yourself with treats of your own choice that you know you will definitely like. Hmmm - how about this for an idea - we get two, and Philippa and I have to fill them up for each other? That way we know we’ll get stuff we like, but it’ll still be a surprise each morning. That sounds wonderful, and rather sweet, really. I shall run it by her later, and in the meantime I shall order two to be delivered so she won’t be able to say no.
RC 20-11-17
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