Did a weeny bit of the shopping for the celebrations later this month, and have spent too much money, not fowsands or even 'undreds but tens, many tens of pounds, yikes. But it had to be done truly, the kid deserves to have things to open. The older ones will get token pressies, favourite calender/sweets/book. Saying that had to order daughters calender from NORWAY, oh yes my friends, my darling girl only likes deviantart and I have had to join the feckin' site (I am now a deviantartist - 'tho I have already forgotten the bloody password). T.w.e.n.t.y.f.i.v.e.q.u.i.d. for a calendar, kid you not, do I.
So in town, the most popular shop is the Card ManuFactory. I swear the world, his wife/girlfriend/mistress/lover/aunties best friend was in there. Serves me right for sneering on Sept 1 when the Christmas card displays went up. I cannot tell you how many times this small person was shoved around. Bright Green Coat, people! (the Bright Red Coat does not cover enough arse in this weather).
I need to whisper now but in the local crappy bag shop I hovered in the general area of the funky shopping trolleys........ I know, I know - I am a short, fat, fifty person and this would make me look ridiculously sixty if she's a day. If I was 3 inches taller and 30 years older I could get away with it, but I was tempted oh yes indeedy I was.
Anyroad (as my midlands grandma used to say) I am going to piss about with Picasa now, wish me luck Dear Reader, wish me luck.
PS - Listen, if you get fed up of my bleating on, don't worry about it, go and have a cuppa tea/bottle of wine/vat of vodka and come back later. I won't be offended, promise.