and with a clear conscience, boom boom!
Taken yesterday whilst out hoofing the roads and keeping out of The Spouse’s way …
—I can never resist a bit of natural framing. And now, social comment—
I mentioned recently in my ‘Cassandric’ blog that the Christmas commercial nausea began being cranked up here back in September.
Then last week in a Countdown supermarket in town, this—
—attempting to crank up for the commercial nausea of Easter. Small wonder I take so little interest in these things—although I’ll admit that I do enjoy those spicy buns, split and lightly toasted and absolutely slabbled in butter whilst still hot. Boom boom!
IF I WERE GOD
I’d bring out a new law to the effect that no use of My Name could be applied to any commercial activities until just three weeks short of The Day. (Thank God I’m not God, then.)
Christmas should be a time of rejoicing, or celebrated as the Winter Solstice, or whatever … but please, not a blatant blasted both barrels full bore bloody commercial bunfest~!