Gok Wan

Just back from a delicious evening shopping on my own sans pram at The Trafford Centre (spending more of my ill-gotten eBay gains!) I had a pointless meeting in Stockport early evening so tore up the M60 and landed there afterwards. I even managed to grab some sushi with a magazine in Selfridges (see blip pic) for tea. Quite a treat as am normally under house arrest post-bathtime!

Have been re-energising my wardrobe lately. Selling all my pre-pregnancy clothes that now feel too tight or too short (as a Mum, I just can't bring myself to flash the flesh anymore, even in summer - tis most weird) and buying new stuff. The criteria for my new wardrobe is "Does it work with a pram?" Quite a change.

When I got home I paraded my new threads in front of my husband, one after the other. He gave several items an outright thumbs down, using comments like "You look like you're going to Aintree in that", "Bingo top" and my favourite "You look like a lump". Gok Wan, eat your heart out.