These are trying times for the fiscally responsible….
Mrs jb dragged me down to the Caffea Moguntia’s Advent
Bizarre Bazaar the other evening.
Ordered a double espresso and tried to pay for it.
Not a chance.
“You can pay for it with the rest” says the ever charming Mrs Müller-Dildei.
The REST? We’d only just got there..
“Of course” she said “The
items truckload of stuff that your wife pre-ordered”
It went downhill from there.
I was asked to relocate outside for a while with instructions to stop being stupid and ANNOYING PEOPLE, not to keep referring to the groups of women fighting for the goodies as “a bloody scrum that even Richie McCaw wouldn’t survive” and not to GET INTO TROUBLE, so I missed significant chunks of the financial transactions.
On unpacking at home, it appears that we’re now the proud owners of enough calories to keep China going for the best part of a week and various seasonal thingies prominently featuring short fat men dressed in red.
Including one attached to a spring which itself is attached to a small clothes-peg.
I have no idea….