Christmas is coming and the tills are getting fat

One place I tend to avoid when we get close to this festive season is a town centre, but especially Maidstone. It becomes an ill mannered, angry,  discordant mass of frantic people willing to part with any amount of money to solve the problem...

Christmas is fractious, long live the Christmas spirit.

Bags upon bags of 'stuff' squeeze their way around shops with mothers dealing with crying children demanding what they feel is theirs.....now.

To add to the exasperation it's raining....hard.

All I do is smile and retreat to Starbucks. Tea is OK, coffee passable but most importantly at the monent anyway, quiet.