I am taking great heart in the fact that I am woken most morning by a postman with parcels for me. Whilst greeting hairy strangers in my pyjamas (I’m in the pj’s – not them) is a bit irritating when you fancy a lie-in, I really shouldn’t moan. Thanks to the internet I have managed to do loads of Christmas shopping through a cunning combination of two-finger typing and my memorising my credit card number.
Not that this has stopped an Olympic-level shopper such as myself from visiting the REAL shops – but at least it means I can spend more time in ‘Costa Coffee’ and going to nice, girly shops and pointing at things I like an a none too subtle manner… “Are you going to write down that I like that? I think you should write it down. Let me write it down. Have you got a pen? “
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