Snuffle, cough, the trip will have to wait ’til my tubes are clear. Bloody hell. However, I feel a road trip coming on at the weekend, that means scones with a view. Alright!
Outdoor gear? Pah! Exciting shopping involves other stuff and I am extremely pleased to come home today with a new shifter. My last big shifter got stolen from the back of the motor outside a job and I’ve both missed it and been reluctant to part with the cash for a new one.
However, this lovely thing was hanging in a display case by the trade counter where I was trying in vain to attract the attention of someone to serve me near closing time. By the time I did get served, me and the shifter had gone from making eye contact, to laughing over drinks to swapping phone numbers and shuffling nervously about what to do next.
I shall wrap its jaws around something on Monday.
What the hell man? A voice from the kitchen says we have a garden centre Christmas night to go to in half an hour. I’ll take my shifter.