No More Sore Ankles and Elbows

I’m not sure about the rest of you out there in blog land, but I decided to join the annual horde of people in the sales. However, this year I failed to get my ankles bashed by manic women with prams containing screaming children nor were my elbows bruised by the sheer weight of my (mostly) pointless purchases.

I even managed to avoid the stress of finding a car park space, sweating it out in an overly long queue and packed to the rafters shopping centres. I also joined in the annual buying frenzy in nothing but my pyjama bottoms, a cup of hot tea, a glazed donut and a smug smile – and all without being arrested.

Yeap, this year I made all of my sales purchases by pointing-and-clicking on the good old Internet.

People may complain that it’s destroying the high street, but my purchases were all from major high street chains with an Internet presence – and the foresight to run their sales on-line too.

Also, by doing my sales shop in the virtual world I even managed to avoid that impulse purchase of the usual piece of crap for a few pounds near the tills. You know the stuff I mean, talking key rings, garish belts with massive buckles and lime green bobble hats that you wouldn’t be seen dead in – but heck, it’s 90% off so must be a worthy bargain (after all, why else would they be giving them away!?)

So I’m now smugly sat with my freshly delivered DVDs with £100 savings and two fantastic designer shirts with combined savings of around £75. The only downside is that I was unable to get my designer jeans – some other Internet nerd beat me to those. Still, I’m sure I’ll get my chance in the post-Christmas-pre-Easter clearout coming to an Internet connection near you soon...