You know when people are actually ill, they usually shut up, keep their heads down, and generally don’t moan. Whereas, when someone just wants sympathy they’re constantly sniffing and coughing and sneezing and generally moping around? Well James’ brother is doing just that and it’s driving me up the bloody wall. He’s one of these people that always needs to be the centre of attention, and acts so hard done by all the time. Ugh.
Anyway!!
I’m sad because my glasses haven’t arrived to try on 😦 I really thought they’d be here today because that’s what the lady told me when I called to amend the options, but sadly not.
I sent back a handbag yesterday, so hopefully I’ll be getting that refund through soon. I need to get James’ mum something for Christmas but god-knows what. She’s so difficult to buy for – always needs to have obviously spent money on it – and I was going to get her a lemon-yellow handbag because she kept saying how much she loved mine this summer. Only, the one that arrived wasn’t lemon-yellow, more buttercup, and she then told me she’d bought a handbag in Debenhams or something for herself for Christmas, so I just sent the damn thing back. She can have another Pandora charm or something. Boring, but she loves the thing (we got her it for last Christmas), so I’ll have a look and see what I can find.
(I know I sound really bitter, but it’s very depressing when you spend ages finding something for someone only for them to go and ruin it by getting themselves something very similar.)
True to expectations, I didn’t get anything done last night. So tonight I’ve dragged everything out so it’s all over the floor and I simply have to use it. I still don’t know when I’ll be doing the creams, but at least the presents will be wrapped and will have tags on them!
I bought James’ last (and main) present today. It was a splurge, and I’m going to have to apologise because I in no way stuck to the £50 limit we gave ourselves for each other…but he needs a new hoodie (hoody?), and the shop I went to is really lovely so if he doesn’t like the one that I (panic) bought, he can swap it for another one instead. I used to prize myself on my present-buying skills, but they’ve been really pants with him. I think £50 isn’t much really…next year I’ll ask to up it to £100!
Is it illegal to throw people out of windows?
