Parking certainly not fine
Cost in Sutton to park for just over 4 hours on a Sunday? £1. And that's only just gone up from 50p. I think one car park is still 70p.
Cost in Croydon to park for just over 4 hours on a Sunday? £6.50. Six pounds fifty!
Guess where I'll be doing my Christmas shopping? Well, Bluewater for the bulk of it actually, but some bits will be done in Sutton.
The only reason we were in Croydon was to goto this "Christmas Market" being held at the Fairfield Halls, which was, in fact, rubbish. It had "events", such as some ugly women morris dancing, some old, ugly women bell ringing, and a magician for the kiddies who was, frankly, a bit rubbish. And ugly.
The stalls consisted of 1 selling wooden kids' toys, 2 selling handbags (at an eye-watering cost), a couple selling handmade Christmas cards, a few oddball stalls with various things from beauty products to mirrors, 1 selling scarves, and 50000000000 jewellery stalls.
Needless to say, this was not the most interesting day I've ever spent. And lunch was expensive, too. The kicker was when we went to drive out, and I discovered that one of the barriers was broken and I needn't have paid 6 pounds bloody fifty, but could have just driven straight out without paying.
But to prove I'm not about to say "bah, humbug" and all that, we went home and put the Christmas tree up, which of course involved emptying the entire loft to get to the decorations which were at the back, finding out half the lights didn't work, breaking several more lights, much swearing and shouting and eventually being pleased with the result.
So now the house looks all wonderful and festive. That is a Good Thing.
Cost in Croydon to park for just over 4 hours on a Sunday? £6.50. Six pounds fifty!
Guess where I'll be doing my Christmas shopping? Well, Bluewater for the bulk of it actually, but some bits will be done in Sutton.
The only reason we were in Croydon was to goto this "Christmas Market" being held at the Fairfield Halls, which was, in fact, rubbish. It had "events", such as some ugly women morris dancing, some old, ugly women bell ringing, and a magician for the kiddies who was, frankly, a bit rubbish. And ugly.
The stalls consisted of 1 selling wooden kids' toys, 2 selling handbags (at an eye-watering cost), a couple selling handmade Christmas cards, a few oddball stalls with various things from beauty products to mirrors, 1 selling scarves, and 50000000000 jewellery stalls.
Needless to say, this was not the most interesting day I've ever spent. And lunch was expensive, too. The kicker was when we went to drive out, and I discovered that one of the barriers was broken and I needn't have paid 6 pounds bloody fifty, but could have just driven straight out without paying.
But to prove I'm not about to say "bah, humbug" and all that, we went home and put the Christmas tree up, which of course involved emptying the entire loft to get to the decorations which were at the back, finding out half the lights didn't work, breaking several more lights, much swearing and shouting and eventually being pleased with the result.
So now the house looks all wonderful and festive. That is a Good Thing.
posted by Nej at
3:05 pm
2 Comments:
So let's see a picture of you then...
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Anonymous, at 8:46 pm
My husband hates Christmas. He is a real bah humbug. He moans about getting the decs out of the loft and whinges throughout putting the lights on the tree. My children and I then banish him to the garage so we can turn up the xmas music and decorate without his bad attitude stinkin up the place.
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LaDawn, at 2:30 pm
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