Indulgence

What a day. When we ladies get out and about with a pal, we surely make the very most of it, live life to the max, throw caution to the wind.

Today was the day of my annual shopping outing with my pal Judi. Started well as she announced she may faint at the bus stop. She didn't get much better when we got off the bus either, so we halted proceedings temporarily for a quick coffee. Only place for coffee was a KFC. The floor was slippier that the pavements (or a whore's heart some may say). We did manage a few hours of shopping with me tentatively watching her colour. As we left the shops she announced she must eat. At this point I'm thinking she is pregnant but know that is impossible for a number of reasons best left out. We ate lunch - a basic egg sandwich in the cosy surroundings of the bus shelter on a main road. Who says girls of a certain age, who lunch at a wimp don't know how to treat themselves.

My god does she owe me - and she knows it. For all that, we laughed heartily, often hysterically too. Pals, wonderful beings.

Also saved a fortune, so thought I would blip my riches for you - open to sharing too.