Well it is a windy night!
Football on tv and lots of large paper things blowing around the pitch - frustrating that I can't see precisely what these objects are. But not that solid or players would be tripping up and falling over, more often.
We are getting to that stage in the Christmas and New Year holiday when I find each day merging into the next. Only the leftovers in the fridge serve as a clue to the number of elapsed days since Christmas. And the lack of snack food suggests it's not quite Hogmany yet.
Venturing out to the sales today, I met or saw more people I know than at an average party I might attend, or even host myself. What is it about the 'January' sales that propels us sheep-like to the stores to buy or browse? I managed just over an hour of, quite successful if frantic, shopping. Managed to spend nearly all the gift card my husband gave me, and despite the closure of changing rooms 'to prevent queues building up', everything fits and won't need to be returned. Whoopee!
What on earth are Markies thinking of closing the changing rooms? Surely that just means that there will be more lines of frustrated shoppers returning goods in the coming weeks. Or will they all be as successful as me?
Anyway, that's about as exciting as it gets for me just now. Sales shopping for an hour. And a visit to the vet with the elderly cat.
That and flicking through the latest Trailfinders brochure which came through the door today. Salivating over the sumptuous holidays on offer, I thought about circling all the holidays I want to go on before my inevitable demise. Rather too few possible years of major global travel left really....and rather too many places left that I want to visit. And the husband and I don't always agree entirely on destinations either. Plus I don't have a bottomless supply of dosh to hand to pay for said ambitious travel.
First and Business class travel from only.....£megabucks...oh well, I can but dream.
And continue to spend my hand earned cash in the January Sales.
