I decided to go to the supermarket on 21 December 2012, the day the world was due to end. When I arrived at our local Morrison's supermarket, it was just as if the ancient Mayan prophecy had come true. The world was ending and everyone had gone to Morrison's to stock up on food supplies. There were old ladies fighting to get to the brussel sprouts, trolleys running over toes, supermarket staff getting in the way, several grown men racing to the turkey section. Honestly, if the world was coming to an end, would you really want to eat brussel sprouts? Bleeeuuugh! There were queues at every till and people bumping into each other with trolleys so laden they could hardly push them and we even had to out-manoeuvre the fresh produce staff who had even bigger trolleys of vegetables, which they couldn't put out quickly enough. I left the shop feeling completely bedraggled and exhausted and promising myself that I would not go back until well after Christmas, possibly not until February!
Wishing you all a very Happy Christmas, mes amis