Yesterday Lesley and I did our first day of traditional Christmas shopping in Leeds. We have done most of it on line or purchased bits and pieces when we were out and about. Yesterday was back to how it used to be. A list of people who we still needed presents for with only a vague idea of what to buy them. Well we spent ages just circling shops aimlessly viewing some items three or four times until eventually settling on something, often out of desperation, taking it to the queue at the till. I suppose this chaos, on a Monday, was due to us waiting to go shopping after it was starting to get too late to order on line. Anyway here’s today’s poem inspired by the whole experience; Festive Fun Panic buying in the precinct Last minute Minnie’s That’ll do Dereks Rushing, crushing In between Squeezing through Crowded aisles Nail files, three for two Flannels, face masks, funky fart machines Stuff that’ll instantly gather dust Re-gifted to someone unsuspecting Last minute