Head pressed against the window. Following raindrops. Feeling every groove in the tarmac. Christmas shopping on the agenda. Earphones in; Guns N Roses and Queen. Smiling at the mannequins posing just after Colemanstown Lane. Waiting for an age at the traffic lights. Boredom. Green and red alternate, we don't move. Finally we turn right, pass the fire station and the excitement can begin. There is something special about Christmas shopping as a child. A sense of importance maybe. That feeling is twofold on the way home, when plans shift to wrapping. The mannequins seem to be smiling back at us.