I feel your pain.
I've done my festive food shopping this morning.
Into the stupormarket, not stupidly early, and out by 09:45.
Job done.
The plan was to collate 99% of my needs, with a possible later return trip for the outstanding 1% which wasn't on the shelves during my first visit.
Thankfully, it doesn't look like there will be a need for the 1% visit.
However, I've just heard from my chauffeuse, Jane: "OMG Sainsburys. I'm out of here"
She's going back at 07.45 tomorrow.
A small part of me, no, a substantial part of me is tempted to go to Sainos tomorrow, not to shop, but to watch people getting totally out of shape because they have left it Too Fucking Late.
I suspect it may be more entertaining than this year's seasonal offerings on the telly.