It might seem as if I post the same cartoon week in and week out, but in fact it’s just your memory playing tricks.
On Saturday we went down to Greenwich market. It’s quite easy from here – for those that are interested: Buy a travelcard, change at West Ham onto the Jubilee line and then onto the Docklands Light Railway at Canary Wharf. On the way back we decided, upon a whim, to go into the centre of town. It was crazy – absolutely crazy. Oxford street was closed to traffic and the whole place was thronging with a great multitude as far as the eye could see, which wasn’t that far as there was a great multitude in the way. There were queues to get into the tube station, out of the tube station and most places in-between.
Shopping is the religion of our day, with football being a sort of a runner-up religion. Of course I can’t blame everyone else for being there outside Bond Street tube, as we were there too. Perhaps they all, like us, went on a whim.
The church is trying to stop Sunday opening hours being extended, and for that I applaud them.
For me, the ideal as far as present buying goes would to not spend so much on Christmas presents this year and instead make them out of odds and ends that I find lying around the house. We do have an abundance of odds and ends and we need to cut down on them, so it would be good from all points of view. I will start by dismantling the cardboard-box house I built for the cats and seeing what I can turn it into. We must all pull together, and that includes the cats.