Gas storage unit, from a bus travelling up the M8

Travelling home from a very, very long day of shopping. Back aching, feet sore. I cannot convey the depths of my hatred of clothes shopping. I leave it and leave it and leave it until I just can't put it off any longer and then I do it. I spend a whole day wandering, clueless, bereft of inspiration (or inclination).

I hit a metaphorical wall at one point and sat down in a make-up lady's chair and let her paint me up like a clown. I didn't care, as long as I got to sit down for five minutes. Off I went with my artificial smile in place and eventually, at 4pm, I bought stuff. Bus home, glass of wine, now I feel better, until next time...