Summer has seemingly kicked in for the fair vale of Nottinghamshire. Hmm, I seem to be mixing dated urban yoof-speak with some hey-nonny-nonny. Y’know, I do hope the latter isn’t some weird kink slang. Oh the humanity! 🙂
Unavailable fashion choices
|As her or him|
A few weeks ago I bought a nice summer dress from the Joe Brown’s sale. The fit and material are fine. My issue, as per, is to disguise the two hairy tree trunks that I pass off as my legs. Jeggings don’t quite work, and the footless white tights I bought (Hello! the 80s called and wanted their fashion back) just about work.
But, what I’d really like is some just about ankle length white leggings. Can I find them? Can I ****. Oh, that’s feck, by the way. 🙂 Cropped, knee length, etc, but no full length. I popped into to check our local outfit and after a quick look about, asked one of the sales staff. “Oh, you know,” she said, “You must be the sixth person today to ask for some.” Well, I guess there’s no demand eh? 🙂 But, I’ve seen some on the Debenhams site, so I’m hoping a lunchtime excursion may be doable. Fingers crossed eh?
This week I waved goodbye to my little car. There was nothing wrong with it, well, other than Wee Man is now too tall to fit in the back. I really shouldn’t have put those vitamin drops in his shoes. Ah well. 🙂
So, there is a now a slightly newer – well, new to me – car on the drive, and, importantly, it does allow all of the Jones Massive to fit in it. Not that that’s a regular occurrence, but we leave the Ever Lovely Mrs J’s estate car at home for ease of parking. Sometimes I wonder if that estate car is just an oil tanker with wheels. It’s rather big!
So, why mention the old car? Well, not to brag on new wheels, but instead to say that I get attached to material goods. Not so much the goods themselves, but the memories that go along with them. Whenever I change my car, and I’ll admit that’s not very often, I have the same little pang of thinking of the happy events associated with it.
But, on the bright side. They are happy memories. Days out, trips with the family, a jolly for work, the occasional out & about. Much better than being sat at the roadside waiting for the mechanics! 😀