There ought to be a law against Christmas. OK, that makes me sound like the Grinch, and, after battling the crowds in shops and at the mall, it was better when COVID was circulating like a fire out of control.
I know that sounds bad, but I have better things to do than spend hours, first trying to find a parking spot, second, battle crowds, third, try and find a seat to get lunch, and fourth, wait forever to get out, stuck in a traffic jam – inside the shipping centre.
Just what are people thinking?
Anyway, I eventual go back home, after losing five hours of writing time, and being angry made it difficult to write. If only Chester was still her. I could vent to him, and he’d understand perfectly my annoyance.
And sage advice, why did you promise to go in the first place! Silly you!!
But eventually I got pen to paper and worked on the next part of the adventure, and mull over the legend, the one that few know the whole story of.
For the bean counters, latest word count is 3,254 for a running total of 90,883.