... you find yourself in front of the herbs and spices at the supermarket and realise that the gaping hole under the letter 'C' is where the cinnamon used to live. It's moved out now, gone into hiding, probably until February. If you haven't bought your cinnamon by now, you're toast. Although not the cinnamon-flavoured version, obviously.
... the £5 pack of smoked salmon in the chiller cabinet seems like a good idea to add to your trolley. Not that it features on any list, or in any meal you've planned in the next week or so, of course. It's just that, well, smoked salmon. Christmas. Can't have one without the other, surely?
... whilst you're at the till on the same supermarket visit you accidentally knock a packet of gift tags shaped like stars off a display fixture onto the floor. You pick it up - and buy 3 sets. Now THAT's what I call product placement.
... on the way home from school, your older son makes a passing remark about needing £2 tomorrow for 'Christmas Mufty Day'. With a sinking heart, you ask for more details. "You know, Mum. When you get to wear your own clothes instead of uniform. Except that they need to be Christmas clothes." Which Christmas clothes exactly is he thinking of, you ask. "Ummm... the ones you're going to sort out for me?" By tomorrow, obviously.
... on your subsequent dash to the shops you not only find the perfect Christmas jumper for your older son at an affordable price, but you see one that takes your younger son's fancy, too. Closing your mind to the certain fact that by 11am on Christmas morning the jingle bells on the latter will be driving you insane, you buy both. Because, well, it's Christmas, innit?
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... the £5 pack of smoked salmon in the chiller cabinet seems like a good idea to add to your trolley. Not that it features on any list, or in any meal you've planned in the next week or so, of course. It's just that, well, smoked salmon. Christmas. Can't have one without the other, surely?
... whilst you're at the till on the same supermarket visit you accidentally knock a packet of gift tags shaped like stars off a display fixture onto the floor. You pick it up - and buy 3 sets. Now THAT's what I call product placement.
... on the way home from school, your older son makes a passing remark about needing £2 tomorrow for 'Christmas Mufty Day'. With a sinking heart, you ask for more details. "You know, Mum. When you get to wear your own clothes instead of uniform. Except that they need to be Christmas clothes." Which Christmas clothes exactly is he thinking of, you ask. "Ummm... the ones you're going to sort out for me?" By tomorrow, obviously.
... on your subsequent dash to the shops you not only find the perfect Christmas jumper for your older son at an affordable price, but you see one that takes your younger son's fancy, too. Closing your mind to the certain fact that by 11am on Christmas morning the jingle bells on the latter will be driving you insane, you buy both. Because, well, it's Christmas, innit?
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