I have been buying too much stuff. It's been fun.
On friday, I went down to the market near work, and bought very cheap summery clothes. This probably means they'll fall apart in the first thunderstorm of summer. But a sleveless blue top, a blue cotten shirt with flowers on it, a matching blue skirt (it's alright, I'm Never Ever going to wear them together, but they'll be quite nice seperately) and a blue sarong/skirt/thing for 7 quid was too good a deal to miss.
Then I spent the weekend at Sarehole Mill. I was a bit worried about this (I'm still a bit twitchy that the TS are 'Matthew's friends' which is stupid because they've never been anything but nice and friendly and welcoming to me, but I'm still scared that I'll be outed as Not A Proper Tolkien Fan and, err, well, I can't imagine what sort of doom, but, err, Doom) but it was actually a lovely weekend. One day of the English stoically having fun in drizzle, and one day of the English actually having fun in the sun. Lots of Ents and Elves and Hobbits and pig-in-a-bun and archury and falconry and a little steam train and a wandering production of Beowulf and some beautiful rocks and a man who made rope and all sorts of things. I bought a TS badge, a tee-shirt of not-quite-the-complete-works, some rope, some presents for other people, a rainbow coloured ring, a squox*, and a DVD. I also learnt how to drive the credit card machine and manned the shop for a bit, and played nine-mens-morris for about 3 hours against a crowd of adorable children. Had an evening of fabulous food and much merriment playing the Hat Game on Saturday too! (points out the window). Visiting the Crawshaws has completely undermined my Voice Of Reason to M that we have enough nice whisky and don't need more. Mmm, whisky.
Today I went to the Virgin Megastore to buy another present for an upcoming birthday, and (once I found it - I'd missed that bit of rebranding completely!) was sucked in by the fact that if you spent $lots you could get the Rocky Horror soundtrack for a fiver. So I spent $lots by picking up the Avenue Q soundtrack (so I can cry whenever I want without the help of Mark Si) and the Sweeney Todd soundtrack (I know you sophisticated types think the film is a travesty and an abomination of what is a superb musical, but it's better than no Sweeny Todd soundtrack at all).
No more pleasure shopping for at least 2 months, I fear. At least I did not buy any books.
*Opinion was divided on whether it was a squirrel or a fox. It was, however, only a pound. You get what you pay for.