Shopaholics anonymous

If I could live anywhere in the world it would be in Costco. For those of you not familiar with this hypermarket of orgasmic consumerism, may I suggest you dash there at once with a large wodge of cash and a friend with a membership card. Luckily I know the Lovely Claudia who is a Costco first class member which means she is greeted with coffee and cakes on arrival and no riff raff; the second class members come later. I bought everything with gay abandon, mostly in bulk. I am now trying to cram 12 fairy liquids under the sink and 50 bars of soap into the bathroom cabinet which won't fit because the 24 toothpaste tubes are there. The freezer is groaning it is so full of delicious things as is the fridge - whole cheeses, sides of salmon, pork, lamb, prawns and cold meats all vie for space. We did have a little trouble getting it all into Claudia's car. It wouldn't have been such a squeeze if I hadn't stupidly bought a cucumber frame - well it looked like something I just couldn't live without. I didn't get a gazebo or an arbour - I wonder if she could take me there next week with a bigger car?