Almost next year
Thursday, December 27th, 2007Ventured to the sales in Guildford today to return stuff as usual. Left Charlie with Tim as we are all suffering from colds and idea of that mixed with sale crowds was just too awful. Returned after wandering vaguely from shop to shop with an uneasy feeling that buying just one or two items was not enough and that I would need an entirely new wardrobe and therefore left with nothing except yet another maternity style smock (and I have not been pregnant for well over a year now). At home Charlie quite grissly and miserable and Tim complaining that he had not got any work done at all. Was not surprised at all but when he then said he was popping to the pub felt he deserved it.