Broke the pact

My friend Jane and I had a pact. No clothes shopping in July. I had six days to go. And I failed.

In my defence it's been a tough week, workwise. We lost a client and another is on the brink. I can't honestly remembering working as hard and as there's no time for anything other than work at the moment , my drive after bath-time out to the Trafford Centre felt so unbelievably decadent and good!

Angus enjoyed some Man time alone with his whiskey and his guitar while I merrily shopped until 10pm. We're a happy couple but we do need time apart. And since he stopped working evenings it has been a bit intense!

Squidge's good mood continues and we're back enjoying her company. Such is the difference from a few days ago.