Well apparently I really did blog about a ‘brothel clock’. Thanks to Kerensa for reminding me where.
Today has been entirely domestic and boring, consisting of moving clothes around and doing the food shopping. GB still home from school with Not Swine Flu, but improving all the time. With any luck he’ll go back tomorrow and I’ll be able to go to the Pilates class again (great improvement on the Aqua Aerobics from Hell).
Yes, it’s that time of year again, the time when the sandals go up in the top cupboard and the boots come down, when I rediscover all those jumpers I didn’t know I had, give away summer things I haven’t worn all summer (especially this year, when summer started in early September), find out that really, it’s still too warm for winter clothes but too cold for summer ones, and whaddya know? I haven’t got a stitch to wear..
Talking of stitches, I rang up the catalogue that sold me the jacket of which one button fell off on the first wearing and another a week later (this being the identical jacket I bought in the sale to replace the jacket I’d inexplicably lost somewhere – still with me?), and behold, after a bit of phoning around by the customer service person, they assured me that they are sending me two new buttons post haste. So it *is* still possible to get service, even in this day and age (and yes, some of us do still sew on our own buttons…)!