I was in Tesco today. Getting a few ‘bits’. When I do shopping on my own, it’s a quick affair, in and out. When the Mrs is with me, it’s a longer process. Anyway, I just picked up a basket and didn’t bother with any of the little scanners you carry around. The Mrs had fired a few things into the basket, including some items from the clothing section (a pyjamas, etc.). Muggins here goes up to pay, and sure what had she fired into the basket but some festive red women’s undergarment unbeknownst to me, and my face goes the colour of them when yer wan at the counter scans them through…
I’d suspect these are the wear once type of underwear or maybe she has a few jobs around the house that she wants @caulifloweredneanderthal to get up off his hole and do
Santa in the Jetland yesterday. Spectacular mugging off. And we queueing a half an hour for the privilege.
A pile of shite of a waiting room with a few christmas trees and stuff.
€38 to get in.
€37 for a memory stick of the photos.
The presents were a bucket of shite. Some stupid plastic thingy so we ended up buying the eldest a present to compensate for it.
€27
The only redeeming feature of the whole thing was Santa with a Limerick city accent which always makes me laugh