It's been a long long day. Pleasant. But long. Furry Mama walked Minty Mutt. Calum would not go with them. Probably wise. It was extremely cold and pretty damp. Once home The Domestic Goddess rustled up some brunch. They then set off into the local town to go to the bank. Which was shut. Well done Clever Bird. Baggy was all for just going to the supermarket to buy food, then heading home again. But no. No bloggees, Baggy's husband is your classic hairy biker. A proper "bloke". But in many many ways, he is the woman in the relationship. Baggy always was a bit of a tom-boy. She likes nice clothes, but has never liked shopping for them. So Creative Clara will find her a few nice small boutique-type shops, or hippy shops, where the staff get to know her and outfits will appear as if by magic. Going on a shopping expedition is a bit of a nightmare. She hates it. As for food shopping. Pah! And window shopping. What's that all about? Just frustrating. Seeing stuff that you'd like but can't afford. Pointless. To Baggy that is. Not to Calum. He loves it.
So popping to the (closed) bank ended up being a five hour outing. To be fair, Creative Clara wanted a notebook. Well that was a faff. What is it with people needing lined paper? Can't people write unless they have little lines drawn out for them to follow? Every single notebook had daft, annoying lines on the pages. Clara likes to write in different sizes. It depends on her mood. Sometimes her writing is tiny. Sometimes huge. It wanders about a bit too. Usually it slopes up. But not always. But she doesn't want to follow other people's ideas of how big it should be. Or how straight it should be. She wants to do her own thing. And do the odd diagram. Or drawing. Without silly lines going through it. So it did take four different shops to find an un-lined notebook. Covered in hand-made silk. Twice the price of any lined one. Nothing new there then for Baggy. But it was literally the only un-lined book they could find. Cappuccino break required. Before heading to the supermarket.
Nope. No chance. Cappuccino finished. Or coffee and a very delicious looking pastry in Calum's case. Cruel to Baggys on diets. So she nicked a bit of it. Cal spotted an art exhibition in the Church. Visited. Then an outdoor activities' clothes shop. Boots were required apparently. So he could go out with Furry Mama. Fail. None big enough. Right, now are we going supermarket shopping? Nope. "Now where are we going?" asked a very grumpy Hormonal Hannah. "Well we never go out anywhere, so......" "So? Where are we going?" No answer. Baggy, whose back was now killing her, traipsed along behind. Into a very lovely interior design shop. "Oh well, at least there'll be a sofa to sit and sulk on" thought Hormonal Hannah. Calum started ooo-ing and aah-ing over lots of different fabrics. Baggy sat on the sofa and watched in bemusement as Lawrence-the-phantom-durmoid-cyst started to hurt Baggy quite a lot. Freda Fretter wasn't sure whether it was the cold, or all the walking, but she started to worry about why it hurt so much. Cue hot flush. Great, thanks for that Hannah. A sales assistant appeared. "Can I help?" "Well, we're just window-shopping for curtains to go with our new sofa and chair when they arrive", said Calum. Baggy sighed and settled back into the very comfy sofa. In the end, Clara got involved, if only because she dreaded to think what ideas might be planted in a certain husband's head otherwise. One-and-a-half hours later, around twenty fabric samples had been ordered. Finally. To the pesky supermarket. For another hour or more. Shopping unpacked. Supper cooked (by Calum) and devoured. It is nearly 9.00pm and Clara can only now blog. Baggy just wishes that Lawrence-the-phantom would put his teeth away..........
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