One does rather feel a tad churlish following the recording of yesterday’s gloomy narrative….
AS ONE IS NOW THE PROUD OWNER OF A KINDLE HD FIRE
The perfect Easter gift for One.
And, One feels a tad mean, since the reciprocative gift was a chicken…
Not even a chocolate chick, or a fluffy Easter chick, nay, an actual oven ready (part of a 3 for ten quid deal) chicken.
No matter, One is mesmerised by the new toy and have already accidentally signed up for Amazon Prime, bought some expensive apps and downloaded the Artist magazine.
The generous benefactor of the device has already been on the phone trying to get the extortionate amount of app spends refunded. He thought it would be ok since lately, parents have been able to get refunds from understanding service providers.
The plan, however, went slightly awry when asked how old the child was…
‘she’s fifty-six,’ was the reply.
Went to Sainsburys yesterday evening with the sole intention of buying up all the end of date scoff, imagining there would be loads, considering the SHOPS AREN’T OPEN TODAY
What’s that all about? Didn’t the baby Jesus like shopping? I bet his mum did!
Imagine the scene at Whitby Abbey…
‘Right come on then everyone, let’s decide when Easter is going to be. Make sure it’s early in the year so it’s feckin’ freezin’, and, yeah, let’s shut all the shops so the irreligious little feckers have sod all to do.’
Any road up – no bargains – no Easter-sodding-Eggs!
NO EASTER EGGS
Had to buy Boy a fluffy chicken and a box of Eclairs!
Am off to cook a leg of lamb a la Heston Bloomineck.