The Thing About Hastings
Is there's nothing open. Leastways, nothing open at six on a Wednesday evening except for the supermarket (Countdown) and a very open supermarket it was, too.
There was a Sally Army brass band outside, and lots and lots of shoppers inside, and children singing carols over the PA, and many friendly people giving out fruitcake. It was frenetic, but very cheering.
My feet still hurt.
There was a Sally Army brass band outside, and lots and lots of shoppers inside, and children singing carols over the PA, and many friendly people giving out fruitcake. It was frenetic, but very cheering.
My feet still hurt.
posted by theamazingcatherine | 7:34 pm
2 Comments:
Some people call that a good thing.
You know, the quiet provincial life, or something.
Say that when you're trying to get last minute errands done...
Post a Comment
<< Home