It was difficult to comprehend this morning’s news of the massacre at Newtown and I make no comment about the thorny issue of guns. Our thoughts are with those directly affected by the tragedy.
In our little corner of the world, all was relatively calm. Dr B usually does our domestic shopping – he doesn’t go out to work and he does the cooking, so that seems quite fair and logical – but today he was busy with other things so YoungB and I ventured out. It’s a jungle out there. Getting a park? We managed something at about Oodnagalahbi South, I think. And we shopped reasonably successfully, even managing to get the 4mm washers Dr B rang and asked for. There is certainly a frenzied feel in the air but it was heartening to see the hardware-store assistants dressed up as superheroes. Clearly, they weren’t taking anything very seriously!
Are we? We are trying not to and YoungB is doing a lot of partying. Last night was my work’s Christmas dinner but also the retirement village’s Christmas dinner. No contest, really. I SMSd one of the workers to say hi and let them know that we’d already had a visit from Santa and were at that stage singing along to O Sole Mio. YoungB was heard to mutter that it wouldn’t be much of an Italian gathering without at least one round of everybody singing Volare. There was and, yes, we sang along with that as well.
If you’re busy with Christmas gatherings, as I imagine most of you already are, may they be as enjoyable as mine have been so far; and may you have superheroes helping you with your shopping.