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The Outrageous Queen
Nov. 27th, 2017 08:42 pmToday I made gingerbread brownies. I am so festive.
There is a big jewellery store on the corner of the City by the Sea's main street, part of a statewide chain. This time last year, they were having a massive sale prior to renovating the shop in January. I bought an alarm clock for a song. After a big re-opening in February, the chain announced a few weeks ago that it's closing. Not just the City by the Sea's store; all of them. What a waste of a glossy new fit out. Anyway, this year they're having a massive sale prior to closing down, so I popped in as I was passing. Gosh, it was sad. Empty. I was talking to one of the shop assistants, who said they were meant to stay open till Boxing Day, but she thought they'd be cleaned out weeks before then.
My mother keeps the deed of her house at the bank, but she has decided to get it out and put it with her will at her solicitor's office. I browsed in the bookshop next door while she went in to get it, and she came in, outraged. "Three hundred and eighty-five dollars!" was her greeting. That's how much it cost to get stuff out of the bank's vault. That's... exorbitant.
There is a big jewellery store on the corner of the City by the Sea's main street, part of a statewide chain. This time last year, they were having a massive sale prior to renovating the shop in January. I bought an alarm clock for a song. After a big re-opening in February, the chain announced a few weeks ago that it's closing. Not just the City by the Sea's store; all of them. What a waste of a glossy new fit out. Anyway, this year they're having a massive sale prior to closing down, so I popped in as I was passing. Gosh, it was sad. Empty. I was talking to one of the shop assistants, who said they were meant to stay open till Boxing Day, but she thought they'd be cleaned out weeks before then.
My mother keeps the deed of her house at the bank, but she has decided to get it out and put it with her will at her solicitor's office. I browsed in the bookshop next door while she went in to get it, and she came in, outraged. "Three hundred and eighty-five dollars!" was her greeting. That's how much it cost to get stuff out of the bank's vault. That's... exorbitant.