Took my elderly friend for her weekly shop. Easter goods are on the shelves. I can't help but think that the newborn Christ is supposedly four days old and we've skipped to the end of his earthly life already - imagine how we'd react if anyone did that to Baby P. Shop here - we're happy to skip past the untimely and violent death of a human being before that baby's even a week old! Good Friday is three and half months away, about as far ahead as the Lehman's crash is behind us. All the more reason to get Easter spending in quick before anything else changes too much, right?
You know, I remember getting a smack for saying "Never mind, not long till Easter", when Mum took our decorations down one Twelfth Night: "Expect nothing and you won't be disappointed," I was told. Switching reindeer for bunnies before the season of goodwill is even half way done disappoints me no end. So too the round-up of the years events on our local news. Last summer was awful apparently, but I dont recall it like that. I remember thinking how nice it was, how much better than the summer before - 2007 - when it rained and rained. No wonder we forget the seasons when Easter hits the shops before Auld Lang Syne.
Posted @ 11:23:09 on 29 December 2008