It’s been an odd sort of week this week. I’ve had a lot of time off – not due to sickness (thankfully) – but just to get stuff done. The Ever Lovely Mrs Jones is flat out at work, so dutiful husband that I am (with a few days leave under ones belt), I’ve had a couple of days off. Some to look after the kids, some to sort the house out (we’re having some decorating done) and also… a bit of time out and about. Sorting the house out took ages – honestly, I’ll be glad to go back to work for a rest. 🙂 I don’t think I’d fancy being a house husband, although the idea of shopping time sounds rather good 😛
In other news, it was time for a night out with the ‘girls’ and boy, did it chuck it down on the way. The heavens truly opened and the streets of Nottingham were awash. I felt rather sorry for some of the poor souls who got stuck out in it. A lucky few had umbrellas, but not everyone did. Still, you can only get so wet. It’s a time like these I don’t miss my motorbike. 🙂
Chams was a good laugh. We had a visit from the police – not because we’d done anything wrong, but more to have a talk about our needs and what they could do to help. Good stuff really. We had a bit of a chat about the Boots visit (which will hopefully come off as planned). I got to wear my new outfit (new boots w/ new skirt!) and for a bit of a change, I tried some (rather bright) pink tights.
I’ve been struggling to find something that went with the top for a while, and I thought the skirt did it. Black, sure, but with cute flower detail on it. But oh dear, ‘skirt fail’ as the zip died on me and I had a spot of bother getting out of said skirt. I suppose I could have replaced the zip, but instead, I took it back for a refund. I like to think you can get more than an evening’s wear out of a skirt. 🙂
Talking of visits, we’ve had a bit of a run on folk contacting the group. Evans are trying their hand, although I pretty much had to put a halt on that one. The invitation we had – while much appreciated – was just too early and as the shop is in the middle of town, a number of our members are too nervous to go. Fair enough I guess, so I had a lovely chat with the manageress and I think we’ll get something sorted out for the new year. Something to look forward to!
There was also a talk about the personal shopper service on offer. Seems Evans have had – well, still do I guess, have a number of gents who shop in their store. From what the manageress was telling me, they’ve fully embraced this and if a chap rings up – wanting clothes for themselves – an appointment can be made. The meeting is held off the shop floor and yes, you do get the try stuff on. Sure, you could be cynical about these things (Ed: surely not, Lynn) and say they want your cash, but you could look at in a positive light and say that mainstream shops are accepting us more and more.
The Christmas Party is in hand (thanks to Sandi and co) and this year we’re having a proper DJ… rather that the CDs I supply. That takes the pressure off yours truly and it’ll be cool to hear a professional set. Must remember to pack my dancing shoes. Oh, the date is 10th December if you’re thinking of coming along.
[ Today’s lyric: Adonis Blue by Voice of the Beehive ]