Terry had a Christmas drink with his employer yesterday and then went shopping with his hard earned pay. He came home with yet another huge bunch of flowers; I now have three vases filled to overflowing, eight duck breasts and a huge haunch of venison. I believe he thinks we are feeding the five thousand. We shall be eating venison for months. I am not complaining, mark you, I love venison but having a more frugal nature, I would probably have bought a couple of venison steaks. I was going to leave the Christmas day meat shop for next week. Any way, we had a couple of drinks and then it seemed like a great idea to go to the 24 hour Tescos to finish our shopping. Sigh!!! More presents, an unnecessary new dinner service and a lorry load of food and booze later, we staggered (rode) home in a taxi, poorer and no wiser but definitely merrier. The moral of this tale is…Don’t drink and shop! Pen.