Wednesday, 17 December 2008

Fairy Christmas

The Man and I are at odds.

We are sticking to tradition and opting to act like Panto characters for the Christmas period. I am doing my usual Christmas Fairy role, while his interpretation of Scrooge could win him an Oscar.

Picture the scene, we are at the supermarket doing a festive shop.

While I stock up on exciting bits like chocolate pennies and more selection boxes The Man is having a nervous breakdown by the fruit and veg.

Okay, I understand that there is a credit crunch (as will the rest of the family when they use the value toilet roll that is already in the trolley). I can make cutbacks like the best of us, BUT when it comes to the sheer volume of Christmas goodies that are calling from every other aisle some I cannot resist.

By the time we reach the fourth aisle I am beginning to get Fairy rage. If Scrooge asks me to account for another goodie that may or may not have fallen into the trolley I may have to pick up my Fairy wand and ping him into a frog.

Scrooges face is red as a beetroot once we get to the cashier. I am quite worried that I may well have a heart attack on my hands when the total for my goodies is called out. I carefully pack the bags (ensuring my golden pennies don’t get crushed) as quickly as possible so as I can make a run for the car as soon as payment is requested. I am not worried that he will not have enough to pay but more like if he will force me to put a tube or two of my sweeties back. The cashier on the other hand seems to have other plans when the last item ( a Santa candle) refuses to scan. I stand with baited breath waiting for the grand total, knowing that my great escape is now unlikely.

Tapping in the serial number, the total hits her screen and proceeds to be sung out of her mouth. The man stands for a moment in disbelief, while I start humming ‘silent night’. By the look on his face I can tell my evening will probably be very silent.

I am not wrong, for the last three hours Scrooge has ignored me for my frivolous Santa buys. I offer him a golden coin as a peace offering.