I had no intention of going shopping, but I needed something from the pharmacist for my daughter.
It was horrible out there. Apart from what I went for, I bought absolutely nothing. There was nothing I wanted enough to join the payment queues. Actually, there was nothing I wanted...
I venture out to Cambridge tomorrow, but will be checking the taverns are still okay. keep to the Fen Causeway
Award yourself a vat of wine.
I will do that. I am fit to be tied. Still.
Last night the Militant Electrician returned from a shopping excursion with her rich uncle. They were supposed to exchange undergarments of small size for garments of larger size.
She pranced across the threshhold in a WHITE Helly-Hansen Spyder Thinsulate® shell. WHITE. WHITE. did I say, WHITE? all over. "Rigorously tested by top athletes across the world, Spyder embodies a passion for performance --the same passion driving you to your next adrenaline rush," says the garment tag.
very stylish. tailored to a T. as in three more months of useful wear.
And four more of the wrong size long underwear. Diversity is the key to economic and political evolution.
WE'LL KNOW WHO TO BLAME!
:-)
When it comes time for the Lay the Blame Trials you can be a co-defendant with Sassafras.
Nope. Sorry. Doesn't hack it on the face of it.
Now if you're going to use that fuel to motor needlessly to the Outer Hebrides to grab a pack of cigarettes THAT would count!
