Wednesday, 22 December 2010

Shopping and other trials


Shopping! Don’t you just love it? Well, actually, no. If I could shop in solitude – oh, all right, with just a few people around me, I might enjoy it, but trawling round the shops, after negotiating car parks designed for very small, narrow cars and extremely thin, limber drivers, judging by the paltry parking spaces, is not my idea of a pleasurable excursion. Naturally, I have been able to secure a spot only after I have reached the top level, out in the cold.

The shops are too hot; I appreciate that the employees need to work in comfortable conditions but I only have two temperatures – cold or hot – and I dress appropriately for outdoors. Consequently, I glow (ladies never sweat – that’s for horses) profusely and unflatteringly as I queue to look at objects I might be tempted to buy, but usually am not, and then queue again to pay for the things I decided in desperation to get anyway.

Then there’s the ‘music.’ An oft-repeated loop of determinedly ‘seasonal’ songs cuts across concentration. As closing time nears the recording is changed for something zippier to get the customers moving. To my intense irritation I find myself singing along to ‘Rockin’ around the Christmas Tree’ and ‘Walkin’ in a Winter Wonderland’ and other similarly horrible festive songs. Outside, the Salvation Army is making real music and causing sinners like me to feel abjectly ashamed of myself.

Staggering back to the car park with carrier bags cutting into my fingers, trying to protect purse and car keys from the hordes of pickpockets I know are watching my every move, I attempt to enter a lift (elevator) – but I have to queue again. Playing sardines was a favourite game when I was eight years old at parties with friends. It’s not so much fun in a mucky lift with assorted strangers whose personal habits are not very attractive. Smokers’ breath, beer (at this time of day?) coffee (ugh) obviously no time for a shower this month, fish and chips every day for a week judging by the stench from your hair and clothes, can’t afford a dentist - or toothpaste, apparently – all these elements assail my nostrils and goodness only knows what scents emanate from me (I eat a lot of garlic!)

Eventually, I reach the level on which I parked my car and begin to relax. Just one more thing to do and then I can go home in my private, comfortable transport. I look for the ticket machine so that I can pay my parking fine fee and discover that it’s on the floor below. Gritting my teeth, I dump my purchases in the car and trail back to the lifts. I queue again. 

A lift arrives and disgorges a gang of giggling teenagers and a platoon of baby buggies. In the lift a small child presses all the buttons – ‘He likes doing that, don’t you, darlin’?’ and ‘darlin’’, who is about four years old,  doesn’t remove his dummy (pacifier) to answer, but nods his head and grins at me. So we go all the way to the ground floor, stopping on every level to let out or take on more passengers. I know there’s a machine on this level so I leave the lift, queuing of course, to do so, and walk purposefully if rather wearily to it. There are five people in front of me and I join the back of the queue. The contraption stops working and an official is summoned. He shakes his head and tells us we must use the device on the second level. Back in the lift lobby I join the queue. I’m so tired now that I’m beginning to have difficulty focusing. I would have stopped for some refreshment but that would have required queuing . . .

Eventually, having paid for my ticket, I reach my car and begin the spiral journey downwards to the exit and soon find myself queuing again. It’s a very slow-moving queue as more and more cars join at every level. By the time I have exited the car park the roads are busy with hundreds of vehicles all travelling in the same direction as me. The road going in the other direction is sparsely occupied by a few cars spinning merrily along, their occupants looking fresh and happy.

After a stop-start journey which takes three times longer than usual I arrive home. ‘Good trip?’ enquires a jovial voice. ‘How about a cup of tea?’ At least I don’t have to queue to make the tea.

I don’t like going out to shop which is why I make most of my purchases online. I can peruse catalogues or websites, compare prices, select sizes and colours, order easily and wait for delivery, all in the comfort and peace (relative peace – all things are relative!) of my own home. It is not always trouble-free.

Earlier this year:
First computer - case damaged. 
Replacement computer - internal damage

Yesterday:
The Jiffy bag was damaged so Royal Mail put the whole mess in a polythene bag and taped it up. It may look like a squid but is actually webbing for our settees. Generations of dogs leaping on them has nearly worn the straps through. 
I had to sign for this delivery!
Our kitchen was covered in grey 'snow' - the soft, cushioning material had escaped its cover!
However my Christmas gift shopping has gone well. Everything has been delivered and all I need to do is wrap and label.

Christmas food shopping is a little different. To obtain the desired delivery slot I have to book it three to four weeks before I need the shopping. I was a little slow this year so the times nearer Christmas Eve had gone and I had to settle for today. I always worry until the order has arrived. One year, the turkey was mysteriously ‘unavailable’ despite having been ordered weeks earlier. Today’s order was almost complete – but free range eggs were unobtainable, as was the beef joint and some cheese. The brandy butter was replaced with cream and vegetarian mince was substituted for the vegetarian roast. 

So I shall have to venture forth yet again this year to endure the crowds, the traffic, the tinny sound of piped music – but at the same time I shall be entranced by the excitement of small children and the twinkling lights in the trees and something of the spirit of Christmas will be visited upon me in time to listen to the Festival of Nine Lessons and Carols broadcast live on Christmas Eve from the Chapel of King’s College, Cambridge.

Here is a clip from King’s College Choir in 2009.
I wish you all a Very Happy Christmas and a Peaceful and Fulfilling 2011.

11 comments:

  1. All our delivery wagons have cancelled any home deliveries-one of the reasons for me getting organised as much as I could. We got the beef joint today - we were going to Darlington but had to turn round due to the snow - a quick stop off at Sainsbury's for pet food and alcohol lol! Home now and warm! Best place to be.
    You will love my latest nativity! lol!

    ReplyDelete
  2. The shopping trip from hell! Such fun.

    Wishing you and your loved ones (however many legs they have) a merry Christmas and a wonderful 2011 ;-)

    ReplyDelete
  3. Your shopping trip does not at all sound enjoyable. Having lived in larger cities I am enjoying our small town with its lovely Main street shops.

    Like you when I do venture into the crowds it is the lights and small children that make me smile.

    Wishing you a Wonderful Christmas.

    ReplyDelete
  4. Shopping is not high on my list of things I like to do either. I hope you are now finished shopping for this Christmas.

    ReplyDelete
  5. My only comment is : I could have written this post too ! I hate shopping and only go when it is absolutely necessary ! To avoid Christmas gift shopping, I buy the whole year things for Christmas and put them away. So now, while everybody is stuck home and panics because they haven't bought Christmas gifts, I wrapped them all peacefully this afternoon.
    For Christmas eve we will do a Raclette, so I bought the cheese yesterday.
    The nicest Christmasses I spent as an adult was in London and there I heard for the first time "Rockin’ around the Christmas Tree" in 1999 ! Ever since it's my favorite song because this special Christmas was so nice !

    ReplyDelete
  6. Shopping on line and off can be tough Janice, but still we proceed. How would we be without it? Greetings of the season to you.

    ReplyDelete
  7. I remember when I lived in the big city how I had to wait in line for elevators, escalators, and everything else. I live in a small city now, and the only hard part this year has been getting a parking place.

    Hopefully, we will soon be done shopping for the holidays and be able to just rest and enjoy ourselves.

    ReplyDelete
  8. Oh, that sounds so grim, Janice, especially the ridiculous parking system. I'd have been in tears. I'm very fortunate, my husband does most of the shopping. He isn't perfect, but he shops. A man in a million!
    Wishing you all the best for Christmas and the new year.
    -- K

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

    ReplyDelete
  9. Loved listening to the Choir, which we won't be listening to here (nor to the Queen). Your shopping woes are dreadful! Your background 'painting' is
    fascinating - I once did a series of prints with Casein, a milk based ink, that would create just this effect when printed from a glass plate and allowed to run
    when pulled. May be I will show a small collage in
    January... May you be able to sit back and relax
    when all is done, and forget about it until next year!

    ReplyDelete
  10. It's like Dante's seventh circle of hell isn't it? I fully empathise with your feelings about shopping at this time of year... that's why I did the majority of mine at Amazon this year! Only one glitch, my husband's DVD was thought to have gone astray so Amazon sent a replacement on the afternoon of the 23rd and it arrived on the 24th by courier - I can't fault their service. Of course they original DVD also turned up the same day... Tesco delivered to us on Wednesday night after battling through the snow - the only strange substitution they had made was because they Quorn rashers (like bacon but obviously veggie) were out of stock, and they'd given me Quorn pasties instead. Not the kind of thing you can put on a sandwich for breakfast :O) Enjoy the holiday. Bx

    ReplyDelete
  11. Thank goodness all our holiday mailings turned out OK. It's always a worry. Happy New Year!

    ReplyDelete

I appreciate that some people like to give awards but for me your comments are reward enough.

Thank you for visiting. I love to read your comments and really appreciate you taking the time to respond to posts.

I will always try to repay your visit whenever possible.