The invasion was timed to perfection. By 9.30 am we had managed to secure the last parking space in the whole of Truro.
Today was Christmas Shopping Day - a day that involves a fight to the death and may the best shopper win!
With weapons ( a large and trusty handbag) we ventured into the thronging crowds, sussing out the opposition and putting our first plan into action - something to eat. The troops cannot go to war on an empty stomach after all, but we did not plan to be hampered weight-wise by a bacon sandwich that had been soaked in fat for at least a week.
The credit card fought valiantly to diminish the List of Christmas and we were nearly there until it came to the time of the great split.
Bereft of battle command, I was jostled, shoved and pushed from one jingle-bloody-belling shop to another, but I saved the day by unintentionally jumping a queue (how sneaky) and managed to complete my mission and have time for a drink before the troops re-assembled. We did it! We have won, shopping horror is done and thank the Goddess that this great battle only happens once a year.
Tonight I am off to my Works Christmas Bash which for some reason involves dressing up as a character from the Bond movies. Oh joy - but at least I get to dull the pain of my battle bruises with few martini's!
Went to party as Sweatlana Furcoatski from Russia....with love! After an appalling meal we watched 'Casino Royale' in a private cinema. Not being a huge fan of James Bond, I thought that the film was refreshingly different from its gadget filled predecessors. Daniel Craig (Layer Cake) was rough and ready as Bondy, but I have to say that too many martinis and a comfy leather sofa led to a small and convenient nap halfway through!