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Boxing Day ~ British

A day between the insantity of Christmas and the drudgery of normality.

Boxing Day isn’t an old tradition here, only going back a couple of hundred years or so.  What’s supposed to happen today is that we give servants, postmen, errand-boys, chimney-sweeps, and milkmen their ‘Christmas Box’ of maybe a sixpence.

What actually happens is a lot of sport and a hell of a lot of shopping.  The Sales start today and about twice as much money gets spent here as on the recently imported ‘Black Friday’.

I will admit that I plan to visit some of the better local stores today because I’m working on being the best version of me that I can possibly be.

So WTF has that got to do with shopping?

I want to change my look, my health, my place ~ and that means out with some of the old and in with some better new stuff.  I’m trying a different, maybe more fashionable, but certainly more ‘English’ and preppier look in clothes ~ even to wear when I’m a visiting tourist in other countries.  Why would I want to look like a Californian when I’m in California, or a Frenchman when I’m in France?  (OK I have no objection to looking like a cool Italian guy anytime, sans the man-bag.)  And, as Shakespeare said; the clothes maketh the man.

As for buying stuff to help improve my health and fitness…..  I hate to admit this, and don’t tell a soul, but I want a blender because I have accepted the health benefits of the whole ‘smoothie’ thing.  I know, neither manly, nor English.  But sometimes a cool guy needs to bend a little.  It seems that if you want to get the full benefits from spinach you need to have it in a smoothie.

My place needs some new art, lighting, and bed linen.  Probably I will need to look further afield than this one-donkey town to find that stuff, but I’m used to doing that.  For example, I always bought my silk ties in either Florence or Sienna, (which is also where I usually bought an annual boot-load, (trunk-load), of olive oil and wine).

So, sometimes even a cool guy should spend a little time shopping.  The trick I find is to know what I want before I venture out, and never, ever get stressed.

Stress will kill you.

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

let others get stressed if they wish

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