A Good Idea at the Time

Why is it always deathly quiet in card shops?
Why am I the only one who laughs out loud?
Why do I always buy cards with someone in mind and then daren't send them?
What shall I do with this one?

Exhausted and having second and possibly third thoughts about new furniture now the out of control grandchildren have gone home. They have boundless energy and no persuading will entice them to sit quietly for even five minutes. I wish their parents would take control, and stop saying no but not meaning it.

Rant over.