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I
didn’t blog on Friday because we have to be out by nine. I did prepare something for yesterday but it
didn’t get posted, and here's why.
I needed
to go into town to go to the bank to pay Ferretfingers LD:NorthEast Outreach
and Ouseburn invoices, and my WI subs, and to pay in a small Ernie win. The bank is open for self-service customers until
12.30 on a Saturday, and there are always a couple of tellers hanging around
asking if they can help.
Saturday
is my lie-in day. By the time I woke up
(9.30ish) the boys were all out on their travels.
I opened the curtains and, lo, it wasn’t
raining.
In fact it was dry (ish). So, before it could change its mind, I
dressed, breakfasted and went out in my puffy purple raincoat and red rain hat.  |
nor this |
I’ve promised myself that when I have a win I shall
buy a little something, a treat, for myself.
Sometimes Yardley toiletries but mostly I take myself to Waterstones and
explore their “buy one get one half price” tables.
This time I took myself into the children’s department and bought
something for the griblings. A lovely girl
assistant helped me find it and I found myself saying “I feel a bit like MissMarple, it’s for my great nieces and nephew .”
Sometimes the treat is finding something for someone
else.
Waterstones is in a lovely Grade II listed building and has the original 1902 doors. No
automatic opening here.
As I exited a
gentleman on the way in held the door for me.
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“I like your hat” he said. “I like yours too” I replied, even though it was a
Newcastle United bobble hat.
I like to outfit dolls at Christmas to give to the
foodbank so that at least one little girl has a new dolly from Santa. But the dolly has to have a nice face so I
like to get them when I see them.
At Twixtmas, when Thunderthighs and I did the
next-year’s-Xmas-card trip to the charity shops on Shields Road, I saw some
naked baby dolls in Barnardo’s. But
Thunderthighs gave me ‘the look’ when I started looking at them so I
thought better of it.
Heading to the bus stops on Blackett Street I
thought “If one of the sixties comes first I shall go home, but if it’s a 12 or
40 I shall get off in Byker and pop into Barnardo’s.”
Which I did.
At first I didn’t see them, then I noticed a box
with cuddly toys on top and had a rummage.
Underneath were four lovely faced baby dollies, who came home with me.
Having been cooped up by the rain so long, with the
weather continuing dry, I spent the rest of the day in the garden.
Once Ferretfingers was home and had had his lunch we
set the saw-horse up and filled up the log store. We were at it until after four, by which time
I was quite cold so treated myself to a hot chocolate.
I had a happy evening knitting and watching black
& white films, until both cats came and sat on me.
It’s dry again today – so far.
