Retreat.

Quick trip into town today to pick up something for the man. The usual kind of remit -

HIM: "Something for the secret santa, £10 limit"
HER: "Who's it for?"
HIM: (He at least knew the answer to that one).
HER: "Any interests?"
HIM: "Don't know, don't know what age she is, what she likes, does or eats. In fact I don't know. Can't be more than £10 though. That's the limit".
HIM: "Oh and I need it for Wednesday."
HER: "I thought it was for Thursday."
HIM: "Well it is, but it would be better to have it tomorrow. Wrapped."

Anyway, after deliberating I opted for something from the Body Shop. By the time I took advantage of the sale and their three for the price of two offer I ended up with something half decent.

Finished off all the Christmas shopping I plan on doing (five minutes in Jessops) and picked up some food (OMG that was busy) before heading back home away from the madness.

Sun was gone by this time - so a shell blip again. Something very sensual about this one. I would like to live in a house like that!