Evening all.
Today has been an enjoyable shopping day.
Now normally that statement would be, at best a plea for sympathy, or at worst an after the fact statement that I am mentally unhinged. However, once a year, around this time, we have a father/daughter day which we spend doing 'my' Christmas shopping, having lunch out, looking at Fenwick's windows (you explain Baz), enjoying the Christmas market, gazing at the Christmas lights through rose tinted specs and generally being as far from 'Bah, humbug' as we can.
Never mind, tomorrow, normal commercialism will be resumed.