Globalti
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Every year it's the same, Christmas shopping rears its ugly head and I get exactly the same feeling of impotent dread as I used to get when faced with a maths exam paper. I am such a reluctant shopper (except of course for bike parts, DIY stuff and Land Rover parts) that entering shops actually brings a feeling of imminent doom over me. If they are full of clothes and shoes and there's loud music blaring, I feel even more hopeless and I stand for ages, rooted to the spot and unable to function like a normal human. The only place I can tolerate is M&S late on a weekday evening when it's quiet and I can recruit an assistant to help me; I am still wearing the same two pairs of M&S cords that I bought about five years ago even though they are threadbare.
Now Mrs Gti says she wants some books off her Amazon wishlist though I mustn't buy them from Amazon (after THAT documentary) and some extravagantly expensive night repair cream for her face. Apart from those I have no idea at all what to get her. With kids it's easier because they always have long lists of gadgets they want.
Last year in desperation I went and walked around a store searching for inspiration, something I always tell myself you shouldn't do. Eventually I found a nice wool shawl, which I though she'd like in a sort of mushroom colour. When she unwrapped it she said nothing, looked at it, then spotted a pulled thread and declared she would need to change it. Next thing I knew she was cross because she'd gone back to the shop and found that since Christmas they had put the blasted shawls in the sale at £2.99.
Anybody else suffer this feeling of dread when Christmas comes around?
Now Mrs Gti says she wants some books off her Amazon wishlist though I mustn't buy them from Amazon (after THAT documentary) and some extravagantly expensive night repair cream for her face. Apart from those I have no idea at all what to get her. With kids it's easier because they always have long lists of gadgets they want.
Last year in desperation I went and walked around a store searching for inspiration, something I always tell myself you shouldn't do. Eventually I found a nice wool shawl, which I though she'd like in a sort of mushroom colour. When she unwrapped it she said nothing, looked at it, then spotted a pulled thread and declared she would need to change it. Next thing I knew she was cross because she'd gone back to the shop and found that since Christmas they had put the blasted shawls in the sale at £2.99.
Anybody else suffer this feeling of dread when Christmas comes around?
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