Missing the Boat as Usual.

For several months now, the cheap shop in Uttoxeter has had packs of four specialist coffees at less than half the price they are in the supermarkets. I thought I might get one as a Christmas treat, but didn’t because:

a) My income doesn’t really stretch to treats.

b) I’m blessed with an inner conviction that I don’t deserve them.

c) Christmas for me is more a thing to be dreaded than celebrated.

I was in there yesterday, and must have been in an unusually dangerous mood because I changed my mind. I sought out the appropriate shelf, each corporal agent settled and bent up to the frightening prospect of spending £1.99 on something that is not only a treat, but isn't even alcoholic.

They’d all gone. ’Tis ever the way.