I thought I should reblog this to help you all shop sensibly this Christmas. Every little helps, yes. But only when you’ve got money!
Originally posted on The Wordsmythe's Weblog...:
I made what I planned would be a quick stop at the supermarket this morning to pick up two items, Ribena and some ham. As the automatic doors of my local Tesco Extra swung open ushering me into the world of retail excess, I remembered that we are on our last tube of toothpaste. Since I had not written a list, I chanted the three items in my head over and over again so I would not forget any.
Three small items do not require a trolley but I was feeling lazy and could not be bothered to carry a basket. So I grabbed a trolley and went into the store. I usually have a knack for picking out trolleys with wobbly wheels which make me look like I am trying to steer a 10-tonne articulated lorry. But this trolley worked like a charm, it actually went in the direction I pushed it.
Heading to the oral hygiene aisle, I spotted the greeting card aisle. The following occurred to me in this order;
Come, Hopewell or whatever you call yourself.
Please stop disturbing me. I have a boyfriend.
I thought about whether to share this for a long, hard while because I think I like to keep such things to myself, mostly. In the end I decided that as a writer, it would be a shame to let it go to waste.
So I saw this in the afternoon (when I was supposed to be working, never you mind) and after rolling my eyes, I thought I should ask. I don’t know everything after all.
According to this episode of Criminal Minds, Igbo tribeswomen believe that the placenta is the child’s dead twin (in the womb naturally) and revere it as such.
Biko, does this happen in your village? Enquiring minds want to know.