I had a skinful last night. I decided I would make myself a nice fry up and see if that will shift the hangover I have acquired.
I walked to the local supermarket, rather than spend ages faffing about defrosting the car.
Its like Dante's Inferno in their, screaming kids, p*ssed off adults, people everywhere, getting each others way. Bedlam... I negotiated my way round, picked up what I wanted, and then I saw the queues at the checkouts
It looked like a plague of locuts were sysmetically stripping the entire shop bare. Complete and utter panic buying...
Mental...