Weekend...

Dave and I went to Southport on Saturday, just for a 'browse' not to buy anything in particular.

There is such a concentration of old people living there, it's really quite strange. Reminds me of a Smiths song.

While we didn't go to buy anything, we actually spent a small fortune. Dave bought me a lovely 'Radley' body bag, to replace the one that the psycho bitch ripped following our little 'crash'.

He also bought me a lovely thick, black, cable knit poncho. I was trying to resist them, I hate the crocheted, floaty, tarty looking ones, but this one is so long and 'substantial' that I think I can just about get away with it.

Dave also bought himself a rather tasty shirt, which had a SHOCKING price tag on it. He said he's going to wear it for his 'night out with the lads' at the end of this month, which seems such a waste.... or maybe I'm being naive and missing something?