A Much Required Lull

Whilst my pal Alan played Rugby at the Principality Stadium I shopped for tights in Kirkwall.  Patterned goth fishnet, sheer, 18 denier, thick opaque, thermal, slimming, support, run resistant, waist tights, anti-cellulite, footless.  Even when I used to avidly pored over the News of the World I never dreamt such a world existed.  I took my mother two pairs on approval – as least that’s what I’m telling the beak.


It’s also been another fraught morning trying to sort out the heating wiring.