A Crème Brûlée Moment

I am Christmas shopping.  I have been up and down the tram street in Geneva so many times that the Caritas guy has asked me to buy his candles three times (I did the first time).  The wind factor is below freezing but in the shops I am suffocating with heat.  My skin revolts into a grey tone and my eyes turn red.  I have to slug it down to the bottom end of Route de Stand to the dance school to pick up Sophie as at this time of night the drug dealers hang out.  The Karl Weber Pet Shop bought for Lexi is cumbersome and the plastic bag is ugly.  Luckily no drug dealers tonight as it is too cold.

To follow is an hour of ski suit shopping with Sophie – the Directors of The Golden Compass must have teenage daughters.  Mercifully this time, life imitates art and the quest triumphantly ends.  We go to the Sushi train.  I eat five plates of shushi, down two glasses of red wine and then a whole crème brulée.

Copyright Jules Ritter December 2007