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Christmas Shopping
Friday, December 23rd, 2005 04:24 pmDearest Rockster, your cards have arrived! Thank you so much!
Christmas shopping… when will I ever get it done before the 23rd? This year I clearly haven't.
It's the 23rd, and Crocky and I have just come back from a trip to the inner city to buy our last Christmas presents. I really wonder how I'll get my Christmas presents over to Germany. Royal Mail charges so much that it is likely that I'll spend more on the shipping than on the actual presents, but then, I would feel like a really, really bad daughter for not sending the presents over, because since we are here, my father has sent us three or four gigantic parcels with food and even two for Christmas - with my Christmas presents and all - and really early, to make sure they'd be here on time. I just can't not send them anything. Honestly, I feel spoilt. Have I become Draco Malfoy, my parents always sending me things, and me just doing nothing, ungrateful little brat that I am?
But then, I bet wee Draco send home presents as well.
Great. I have become worse than Draco Malfoy.
Still, the prospect of spending what, £ 70?- on shipping is not appealing. But then… it's Christmas. They deserve to have their presents, even if they'll not receive them on time.
Crocky and I went to the centre of Glasgow today. On foot, as usual. It takes around three quarters of an hour to get there, maybe an hour from the door or of our flat to St. Enoch's (shopping mall), but it's a lovely walk. This is another thing why I am so in love with this city. Well, I love it for all sorts of reasons, and also just because it is the first city called home in which I live alone, but also because everything is so close. The university just half an hour on foot and ten minutes away by bus, the centre an hour on foot and twenty to thirty minutes away by bus, supermarkets around the corner… it's great.
Glasgow around Christmas was also great, decorated with glowing little bells and lights of all colours, leaves, trees everywhere. I hope I'll be able to take pictures of them even after Christmas, I did not manage before. Like in every inner cities, the place was thronged with people doing their shopping just like us, and in contrast to Hamburgian shoppers who are able to pick up some speed, here everything is done with Scottish ease, at half the pace of the average Hamburgian shopper.
This means, on the one hand, that everything is more relaxed and no one seems to be aggressive, people even stop and watch street artists which are so common in Hamburg it is all they can to not to get elbowed out of the way.
The downside is that I get aggressive after a while, trotting in a herd of shoppers, and get the urge to bite people to make them get a move-on.
But we did reach St. Enoch in the end and did our Christmas shopping.
Living together and spending all available time together limits the time left for surprises, but I am going to give Crocky something she'll enjoy, I know it.
We gave each other, in want of anything else, the third volume of the Bartimaeus trilogy by Jonathan Stroud. Does anyone not know it? Go read it now, I bet you deserved more than you got for Christmas, give yourself a treat. I doubt there is anyone out there who will not fall in love with Bartimaeus. I'll come back to him at some point and plead his case.
Christmas shopping… when will I ever get it done before the 23rd? This year I clearly haven't.
It's the 23rd, and Crocky and I have just come back from a trip to the inner city to buy our last Christmas presents. I really wonder how I'll get my Christmas presents over to Germany. Royal Mail charges so much that it is likely that I'll spend more on the shipping than on the actual presents, but then, I would feel like a really, really bad daughter for not sending the presents over, because since we are here, my father has sent us three or four gigantic parcels with food and even two for Christmas - with my Christmas presents and all - and really early, to make sure they'd be here on time. I just can't not send them anything. Honestly, I feel spoilt. Have I become Draco Malfoy, my parents always sending me things, and me just doing nothing, ungrateful little brat that I am?
But then, I bet wee Draco send home presents as well.
Great. I have become worse than Draco Malfoy.
Still, the prospect of spending what, £ 70?- on shipping is not appealing. But then… it's Christmas. They deserve to have their presents, even if they'll not receive them on time.
Crocky and I went to the centre of Glasgow today. On foot, as usual. It takes around three quarters of an hour to get there, maybe an hour from the door or of our flat to St. Enoch's (shopping mall), but it's a lovely walk. This is another thing why I am so in love with this city. Well, I love it for all sorts of reasons, and also just because it is the first city called home in which I live alone, but also because everything is so close. The university just half an hour on foot and ten minutes away by bus, the centre an hour on foot and twenty to thirty minutes away by bus, supermarkets around the corner… it's great.
Glasgow around Christmas was also great, decorated with glowing little bells and lights of all colours, leaves, trees everywhere. I hope I'll be able to take pictures of them even after Christmas, I did not manage before. Like in every inner cities, the place was thronged with people doing their shopping just like us, and in contrast to Hamburgian shoppers who are able to pick up some speed, here everything is done with Scottish ease, at half the pace of the average Hamburgian shopper.
This means, on the one hand, that everything is more relaxed and no one seems to be aggressive, people even stop and watch street artists which are so common in Hamburg it is all they can to not to get elbowed out of the way.
The downside is that I get aggressive after a while, trotting in a herd of shoppers, and get the urge to bite people to make them get a move-on.
But we did reach St. Enoch in the end and did our Christmas shopping.
Living together and spending all available time together limits the time left for surprises, but I am going to give Crocky something she'll enjoy, I know it.
We gave each other, in want of anything else, the third volume of the Bartimaeus trilogy by Jonathan Stroud. Does anyone not know it? Go read it now, I bet you deserved more than you got for Christmas, give yourself a treat. I doubt there is anyone out there who will not fall in love with Bartimaeus. I'll come back to him at some point and plead his case.
