Ram-raiding

It took a great deal of effort to persuade me, on this, the last day of the holidays, to venture into town to the sales.

However, once we'd negotiated the grannies that seemed to be ram-raiding the St James Centre using tartan shopping trollies rather than stolen cars, it turned into a rather successful trip. Result. On several fronts.

Plus nice lunch, and nice glass of wine.

Then a very retro tea; egg and chips. Yum.

And now I am wondering how I will be able to get up in time to go to work tomorrow. Why ae holidays never long enough.