The time has come for winter boots

Today was a day of small victories. After yesterday I was happy enough to find my mail could fit in the post box so I didn't have to go in the post office. Then I found a nepanthes vine for 50p. Then things started to get really good when I got shipping notice for my doll.

Fortified by a string of good luck I registered my nectar card online. This sounds easy but I got my nectar card when you filled out a little card because not many people had the internet. So it says things like 'what is your password' and there's no box for PASSWORDS DID NOT EXIST IN THOSE DAYS.

This meant I had to phone some poor woman in india, and try and explain that, because I'd had the card for 10 years, my name had changed, my address had changed, EVERY CELL IN M BODY HAD CHANGED and there was little point in trying to validate my ID with the question 'what is your favourite name' because my opinions on the matter have changed. I have no idea what my favourite name 10 years ago was. She asked the question relentlessly and I told her I DON'T KNOW relentlessly, but we got it sorted out in the end.

And I got the whole screenprints section of my store all updated. That's 20 products done, 28 to go!!

but most importantly I discovered that when Mr nut asks- as he has been- for a baby (a request that sends me into spirals of panic) he means he would like a baby doll. The revelation is a very joyous one. In the course of a conversation where I was trying to figure out how to explain HELL NO to a child he say 'but mama, why not? I have one at school, he's squishy and cute'

Calloo callay. The child doesn't want an actual real live baby. HAPPY DAY.