Euro this and that

Had I had something or someone to name I'd name him Euro. Seriously, even if it were a human being. And now I wish I had asked Santa for a spring cleaning robot. Wonder how Crosscraft and the likes of them haven't had the idea. They would sell, at least I would buy, buy, buy plenty of them robots. And I wonder how many Euro they would cost too. What a flipping chaos in the shops right now, it is taking an extra half hour to get to the cashier, because they are counting centimes as if they were millions. What's a centime less going to do to anyone? Yet people are going around with their bloody euro converters and they keep counting and looking at the shiny coins in their grubby fingers..... yuk! I would really wish to wipe these converters off the face off the earth. They are making shopping a nightmare. I just cannot take people converting deodorants and pasta and baked beans and canned tuna. I hate supermarkets enough as it is, if this is going to go on then I'm going to go hungry. Which is not such a bad idea after all the merrymaking. Because merrymaking is nothing without the food and every year I promise to cut back, I do, but then I cannot resist Baci. Baci everything. And Cadbury. The two of them have never ever made something I hate. They've been so good an never added garlic or onions into their products... and still they're good. Then you get people saying food isn't as good without the dreaded vegetables. As if.

Anyway, the Euro's staying without the garlic and the onions. And it's good for the economy.