Well it’s Sunday and it’s Christmas Eve and there seem to be more cars racing down the road outside than ever do during rush hour.
In the supermarket yesterday everyone was dashing around with trolleys piled high. The couple ahead of me in the check out line spent over £500 and I’m sure they weren’t the only ones, though perhaps they were unusual inasmuch as they didn’t shop on line and they paid in cash. I’ve no doubt the shops are just as busy today, too, with everyone desperate to buy last-minute presents and terrified they might not have enough sprouts after all.
The whole festive frenzy seems so unnecessary. I personally would rather spend Christmas alone with a good book than fretting and feeling guilty over social and familial obligations.
I’ll admit that the woman and baby in the photo are rather too calm, and by “good book” I probably didn’t mean a prayer book, but the scene still seems appealingly peaceful and definitely preferable to the last minute Christmas rush.