Good morning all, a bit cooler here in Glasgow, 4C
A boring day in store for me today, it will probably do me some good to chill.
A visit to Lidl and a trip to the polling station and then pick up DGD. The nativity scened has a ring of steel around it, in preparation for her visit.
Unfortunately I have glued the holy goat's legs on the wrong way and the holy donkey has gone to the donkey sanctuary, as I couldn't find his missing leg!
Well, I had a partly successful foray into town yesterday, (Check out the Christmas bargain thread) only after I dumped DH in JL with a coffee and the paper. He is full of pneumonia the cold and was a miserable old so and so.
It started in the station car park. There was only one disabled space and the car park was full. As I tried to reverse into the tight space, someone drove up behind me, wanting to get past. All I could see was the driver’s furious face, DH waving his arms wildly like a windmill, the hailstones bouncing down on DH and my parking sensors were going crazy because DH was standing right behind my car, issuing useless instructions. The more he waved his arms, the more I messed it up.
When I went into the station, the stationmaster was laughing at my antics, he took one look at my face and stopped dead, realising that I was not in the best of moods with DH!
If there is one thing I’m proficient at (and there aren’t many), it’s reversing into a very tight space.(But not with an audience) I couldn’t see a thing out of my back window for the flailing arms!
What rankles is, that DH's car is too big for the spaces, that's why I was driving.
To make matters worse, the zip on his new Canada Goose jacket that he got, remember the bargain at £78, instead of £900 from TKMaxx, had jammed and he was getting soaked to the skin. Oh, dearie me, he was not a happy bunny!
As I had abandoned DH in JL , I seized the opportunity , to try on a sweater, wrong move. I was alone in the fitting room, trying to take it off, when it got caught on my hoop earring. ( I never wear hoops, but I thought I looked quite trendy in these). The sweater was stuck, all I could see in the mirror, were some large boobs, a wobbly stomach, my arm in the air, and half my head.
The dilemma? Rip the earring from my ear, rip a hole in the sweater or go onto the shop floor and traumatise the customers? Where was DH when you needed him?? Oh, he was sitting relaxing in JL with his coffee and the Soduko.
In the middle of all this, I realised it was Wednesday and I had arranged an uplift from the British Heart Foundation. Where were the charity bags? They were in our locked garage and I was miles away. ?
Someone was telling me I did NOT need another sweater.
Safe journey home Urmstongran, all that walking to the bar will have caused the weight loss!
Mick, I hope you have an enjoyable lunch.
Hugs for all who need them, and hoping for an improvement for Mr Gillybob and that Gilly gets some pain relief for her tooth.
DISCLAIMER: The driving image is a joke, before I get accused of becoming misandric. It's quite the opposite.