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A Windy
day outside. Least did I know that it was? Happy I was
wearing a bright floral skirt and yes, an anorak, just
in case. Laden with dreams of making most of the New Year
sale, I stepped out the house believing the weather forecast.
What are the odds of the weather keeping up with the forecast?
As I strolled to the bus stop, strong wind started greeting
me. It was like a naughty child playing havoc on my dress.
Holding my anorak down tightly, I tottered in small steps,
wondering if I was giving a traditional Japanese walk.
Did I just see a smile on the face of that man who just
walked past me? Whoa! Walking past the alley way,
the concentrated wind energy was blowing me apart. Holding
my bag and my skirt didn't seem to be the easiest job
around. The wind seemed to be blowing from all directions.
Finally, a bus swallowed me towards the city centre.
The high
street looked like a dream paradise for any shopaholic.
Bright red posters declaring sales discounts were
welcoming everyone. One has to wonder whether these
shops reuse the same discount posters every few months,
advertising it every time as a new and unique
opportunity, not to be missed at all. If they indeed
have to give a half price discount ever so often, why
not just reduce the price of the item right when they
are price tagged. Something that annoys me but yet
attracts me with a strange force, are the banners
screaming with an authoritative voice "Everything Must
Go". Why are they commanding others like that? Mmm.. One
never understands the politics behind marketing. What I
do understand is that it is those shops with brightly
coloured discount posters that glamorously lure me in,
armed with my fat purse.
As ever, today's New Year discount boom didn't fail to
entice me. With eyes wide open, I ventured towards
contributing my bit towards England's economy.
Oops! My skirt. Damn the wind. Today is the day any girl
should be glad to be having a few extra kilos on her
body. For once I am glad that couldn't stick onto my
Atkins'. I am sure the slim mega-dieters would have been
blown away by these gales. Countless hats and umbrellas
were being lost to the force of wind and their owners
were desperately trying to run after them. Least would I
want the next to be the skirt? Attractive price tags and
discount vouchers were beckoning me to buy things that I
might never use. Yet this mighty tormenting wind threw
me back into the bus. With my dreams of sale hunting
blown away, I started tottering back to the house with
my, by now classic, Japanese walk. Into the comfort of
my house, I was greeted by one happy husband who has
narrowly escaped from paying for the maddening New Year
sale ... at least for now!
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