Listening to: Robert Plant, Band of Joy
Reading: Freya North, Home Truths (still enjoying)
Sometimes, you need to be naughty. And only naughtiness will do.
Given that (a) I’m having a tough time on the work front and need a treat to cheer me up; (b) it’s THAT time of year, when a certain handbag firm produces the Autumn/Winter picture bag; and (c) I haven’t bought one of said picture bags for two years, so I have been extremely well behaved…
Add in being soaked through yesterday evening, having to wait in a long queue to get something son has been waiting to get for months (the queuing bit made more difficult by the fact that DH put the pre-order receipt in a safe place – probably in the Man Drawer – and it was so safe that he couldn’t find it, so Game had to take our loyalty card and check with head office before they could give son the Halo limited edition stuff he'd pre-ordered and take off the deposit we’d already paid), losing lots of work time while in said queue and then having to go to the café next door to try and wait out the heavy shower and then being caught in rush-hour traffic and taking ages to get home, and...
Yeah. When I’m grumpy and out of sorts, I go shopping.
And this particular piece of naughtiness contains absolutely no calories.
And I’m going to London on Friday (with iPad, so I need a large handbag to contain said iPad).
So I had to do it, didn’t I?
(Could you have resisted? The Radley tag - like the cloud - is pink-and-white striped. It had my name on it...)