Labels

I hurt my back yesterday, but don’t ask me how, it just sort of “locked up” across the middle & then seized up. God, I must be getting old, all I did was sit outside in the lux con on a cold chair. No real warmth out there with pouring rain & a sky full of clouds all day. (Use a cushion next time girl).

So here I am doing my WIP thing down bottom right there somewhere ------------------->>

It’s the “Labels” thing for blog posts, I’m trying to keep post categories relevant, but trawling through this lot is like wading through mud. So because it’s so boring I might have it sorted in about another 5 years time.

With ref to “Labels” of another kind (in shops). We went to Matalan the other day, & seeing as my old slippers have got holes in the soles, I bought some new ones. Didn’t have time to try them on there. But the label said they were my size, so there was no need to right? I mean it’s not like I’d chosen a pair of those high heeled pointy jobby’s. You know, the sort that knit your toes together, & dimensions have to be perfect so you can re-arrange your toes again afterwards – without the need for a visit to A&E.

I can’t wear the pointy ones anyway. But I’ve seen what it does to the posture of those who can, they all look like they’ve got a severe case of piles.

So back to the slippers, there were about 20 different labels with stickers on them, all referring to a size 6 (correct). When we got back to the boat they were miles too big, & I discovered a tiny little round label hidden from view with a 7 on it. They didn’t look like a size 7, but trying to walk in them did, & the “I’ve got piles” thing set in regardless.

Back at Matalan again, I also noticed a lovely swimming costume with no price on the label, & a big sign over the top saying “50% OFF” (off what?) After spending 10 minutes looking for an assistant, & another 10 minutes waiting while she went off looking for help from the heavens. We finally established that it was indeed a bargain. And how they had any size 12 left at this time of year is truly amazing.

So why am I buying a new swimming costume at this time of year? Does canal water look too inviting in September? Well all will be revealed later – except not in the same way as Kate. Poor lass, why can’t they leave her alone?

Oh & then there’s another story, when we went to Germany in August, Dave’s suitcase ended up with a big gash in the side of it. So on the way back to good old Blighty, he had to strap one side down with duck tape. It didn’t look very chic at all, in fact it was embarrassing to collect from the luggage roundabout. I could hear people with their carbon fibre superior suitcases thinking “what a couple of cheapskates.”

So in a half hearted search of a new suitcase (that I can plonk a third of my stuff into even though it’s Dave’s). We’d seen the new lightweight suitcase advertised. And there it was at Matalan, just the right (big) size required, at a mere 50 quid!! They even had a dedicated sales assistant trying his best to flog them (not surprised). But don’t be fooled folks, take a look at one close up, & they wouldn’t survive a plane journey to Blackpool.   

In summery summary I started off with nothing to talk about today, but I’m guessing that you’re guessing we’re getting out of here. It’s a while off yet, we’re hoping to spend Christmas with another of our sons & take off into the sunset after. Leave TT stuck in the back end of the ice on her own. If we could take her with us – we wouldn’t.

Good grief, I hope she isn’t listening, revenge & all that…