Sugar Skulls

Ready to be decorated for our Dia de los Muertos party tomorrow night.

The end of another week, and still this optimism persists. This despite a visit to that den of iniquity known as Asda (Walmart) to get a few other things we needed. The place is a nightmare when it's busy, and tonight the block was most determinedly chocka. People stumbling about nattering into mobile phones; trolleys left abandoned in the middle of aisles (I think they should employ people to remove such trolleys and those committing the act forced to start all over again); children being left to their own miniature devices that seems to include attempting to step under the wheels of any trolley in front of them. Oh, and two grown men who seemed to find a strange pleasure in walking past and shouting 'wah!' at you very loudly, then giggling like 11 year old girls if someone flinched. Or even if you didn't flinch (which I didn't), which probably gives more of a hint as to their mental age.

I tripped the one pushing the trolley and he fell forward, cracking his jaw on the handle before crumpling to the floor in a unceremonious heap, applauded by an old dear who had just been subjected to a near-coronary by them.

Oh alright. I didn't. But I thought about doing it plenty. And I'll tell you this, he really learned his lesson. Oh Yes.