Today was a day which I had been putting off for some time. I had hidden away and ignored all the signs.
However it was no longer practical to continue along this line. I had to be brave. I had to face it.
It was time to begin my Christmas shopping.
I have learned a thing or two about myself over the years. One of those is the fact that I was not born with the correct “girl” genes. There is something amiss in my DNA.
I don’t do make up, dresses or high heels. My hair is short and gelled and I have nails, but only just. But most of all I do not do shopping. I hate it.
However I love Christmas. I really enjoy giving gifts and receiving. In order to give I must shop.
This is how my usual shopping trip goes.
I arrive at a shopping centre and flip out because I cannot get a parking spot. I circle around and never have the patience to wait when I see someone getting into their car. I drive for eternity, around and round, often expressing loudly how much I hate that poxy shopping centre. Then I admit it, occasionally, in a temper I leave for home.
If I do make it into the centre I am quickly overwhelmed by the crowds. I try to focus and remember the presents I want to buy. The joy they will bring.
I go into the appropriate shop, but as I have the item in my hand I begin to wonder. Is this really what she wants? Is it a bit too big/small? I look at the till with the huge queues and I wearily head over. By the time I am half way up the queue I have changed my mind and I leave the item back.
However my most commonly used excuse not to shop, is to wander around the various shops and convince myself that I will get a much better deal online.
So once again I head home empty handed.
However today I was determined. I needed to begin. Not a thing has been bought and December is looming. I armed myself with my kids lists, put on comfortable boots for walking and off I went.
In the first shop I went into I did brilliantly. I picked up a load of small gifts. These were exactly what I knew would be greatly enjoyed Christmas morning.
Then I went for a few of the main presents. I was on a roll.
I queued up oh so proud of myself. I had exceeded my own expectations. Shopping was okay. Even this queue wasn’t too long.
I placed my goods on the counter and smiled and greeted the cashier, as she began to check off our families Christmas. Then sweet Jesus, horror of horror, I had to say to her, “Oh dear.Please stop”.
The only method of payment I had on me was my golf membership card!
A manager was called and the “sale” was cancelled. My Christmas was returned to the shelves. The cashier and manager were most understanding about it and even laughed loudly. I was glad my children were not with me as I do not think they would have been so kind.
I think it is worth noting that the lengthening queue behind me was also distinctly lacking in Christmas Spirit.
So once again I came home empty handed.
Maybe I will go online after all.