I have some advice for you lovely people. Such brilliant advice, that it deserves bold font -

NEVER GO CHRISTMAS SHOPPING ON A SATURDAY

Seriously, it's not fun. Here is a brief, but quite possibly not, rundown of my day:

11:00 - Woken up by Mum;
'Did you want to get Paul's present today?'
'Mmphle mehhh'
'Come on!'
'mmhmm kay'
11:30 - Drag myself out of bed only to realise I have nothing to wear. Woo.
12:15 - Got into Poole, Mother suggests going into BHS to look for stuff for my Dad. Woop.
12:30 - Getting pissed off with the amount of idiotic blonde (mainly), middle aged women wondering over shower radios while standing in the middle of where most people need to walk, but manage to refrain from verbally or physically battering them.
12:45 - Beginning to get many sympathetic looks from husbands/boyfriends being dragged
around also.
1:00 - Start the search for a present for Paul. Flashing Cow? No. DVD'S? Have you seen the
queue in HMV? Hehe. I like shopping for him though, just not on the weekend before Christmas
2:00 - Finally find some stuff for him, hurrah!
2:15 - Mother naffing around in Argos, queueing for a look at the 'Laminated Book of Dreams'
(Thankyou Bill Bailey!). Argos also seems to be full of aforementioned ageing blondes dithering around, but there are also many couples looking about to punch each other.
This amuses me for a few precious minutes.
2:25 - Leave Argos in one piece, get told to look more cheerful by my Mother. Cheerful? Gah!
3:00 - Home, ah, comfy. Oh wait, I owe my Mum £100. Bugger.

I don't mean to whine (much) but I have decided to hate shopping. The more choice there is the more difficult it is. I think reading 'Grumpy Old Men' has had a negative effect on me, as I am beginning to think like one, but at least I know I won't ever be like those women everyone dislikes. I.e. The ones who stop in the middle of the street, thus holding up a massive flow of people. I don't like shopping for clothes as I hardly ever end up with anything (fashions are annoying too, ponchos?!), DVDs are impossible, so many. Presents? Hahahaha.

I hope I get to see Paul tomorrow, or likely I shall revert back to Scrooge.

(I quite like Humbugs).