Posts Tagged ‘bad verse masquerading as poetry’
24 Dec 2005: Christmas 2005
I made a last-minute visit to Tesco earlier today and found the managers up step ladders and sitting on top of the veg displays, taking down all the decorations so that when the store reopens (presumably on Boxing Day) all that Christmas stuff is firmly in the past, where it belongs. So I thought I'd […]
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