The season of goodwill is upon us! The shops online and in the High Streets are buzzing with Christmas fare. There are 3 for 2 and 50% off, etc, enticing us to spend our hard-earned cash. But I have become more savvy over the years. I now make a list and stick to it with self-inflicted discipline to keep myself from going overboard. I learned my lesson the hard way years ago, and now I am one step ahead of the crafty retailers’ advertising. Seriously, write a list. I do mine around the beginning of August (yes, as early as that). And, bit by bit, I find out what the grandkids have their little hearts set on, except George, who is 7 and will chop and change from one week to the next and start putting money aside when I price things up. The older grandkids all want money, so that is easy, and I begin to put money away for them from the beginning of the year; believe me, you don't notice it so much. Around October, I look at my Christmas decoration...
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The Goo!
Comics aren’t what they used to be… These days, picking one up for the kids feels like opening a mystery box—you never know what weird and wonderful freebie is hiding inside!
One Saturday (our traditional comic run day), I took two of the grandsons to the supermarket. Alfie, true to form, grabbed a comic that came with either a miniature car or a prehistoric dinosaur—both top contenders for his undying obsessions at that time, he is now 18 and still mad about cars, not the dinosaurs any longer. Jack, however, was never really into cars or dinosaurs. His tastes were more… unpredictable.
We got home, and the unwrapping ceremony began. Out came the comics. Then came the bonus items. And then… Jack, with a mischievous sparkle in his eye, held up a small tub filled with lime green goo. Oh no. I could feel it in my bones—he had planned something already!
Sure enough, about twenty minutes later, Alfie strolled into the kitchen, cool as a cucumber, and casually said, “Nanny, can you get this green stuff out of my hair please?”
There it was: the infamous slime, tangled in his blonde hair like some alien creature. I looked at him, then at Jack—who was probably hiding a satisfied grin somewhere—and thought, Of course Alfie was going to end up with the goo, why on earth did I think he would not!
Thankfully, it wasn’t the super sticky and came out without any harm done, other than a lesson in grandkid mischief and the unpredictable world of comic freebies!
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