On the subject of shopping, I’m mentally and physically preparing for the final push towards Christmas.
My festive manifesto for Christmas shopping has developed around leaving it to the last moment.
I relish the intense burning thrill of charging around shops with other half-witted blokes, grasping at the wrong-sized bras and scented bath bombs.
Still, it’s better than my wife’s newest strategy.
She’s kindly taken to buying presents for me... through my Amazon account.
So when the big day comes, I can nervously unwrap goodies in the wrong size, that I didn’t really want, that have to be returned, that I have paid for.
Still, it’s the thought that counts.