I have also done this several times in the library. The librarian (who is responsible for the vast number of books I am stockpiling as she recommends my every read) just sighs and looks at me.
And says: "Noooo my love. You did this last time as well. I can't take your Visa card. I need your library card. This is a library. Not Waitrose."
Yet I always forget. Brain fog? Jeez...
I went out today to cherry tree shops before taking the Prince for a play in a family centre. It was wintery. The precinct that is home to four of my fave cherry tree shops looked even more depressing than usual.
But, there was a light at the end of the tunnel.
Yes and loads of people looked at me, the weird lady with a pushchair, taking photos of the charity shops in the ugly, grey concrete precinct. In the rain. They had a point.
I bought this fab Betty Jackson jacket for £5.95 from Sue Ryder. Although if I am honest, the jury is out on it as it is possibly drawing more attention to my chest. And that ain't good. Those babies get the spotlight most days whether I like it or not.
I think Gok would tell me to take it straight back and demand a refund: "Honey, with those stupendous bangers, a thick boxy jacket like this will instantly turn you into a young Hattie Jacques."
So I may return it and get something else. I was also a little miffed to find two dirty tissues in the pocket. What a ******* liberty, to quote Catherine Tate's Nan character.
I also bought this Gap skirt for the Princess but the photo doesn't do it justice so I've not uploaded it. She wouldn't model it tonight anyway as was too busy shoehorning herself into a pumpkin outfit (for four year olds) while her friends were round for tea.
|One for her 21st, methinks!|