Sorry I missed you at the Temple of Shopping, Hippo. We didn't get there till mid-afternoon, then spent most of the time looking for pressies for Mr V-rap's parents, who have are both into their eighth decade and who have no vices, no hobbies and no interest in anything beyond their routines. Fancy food? "Like eatin' munny". Jewellery? "Whadwewantwi'that?". Books? "Ooh, we get all we need from the library". Clothes, or stuff for the house? "Ah think we'll be tekkin' it back to t'shop, luv". But they get so offended (or maw-in-law does) if we don't give them anything, or send money or gift vouchers.
Saw a splendid coffee table in Debenhams. We've been looking for the perfect one for ages. It's hideously expensive but if we're about to spend the best part of six figures on extending it seems silly to twitter about the cost of a coffee table. And a matching side-table, of course, since we're currently using an Ikea kids' rubberwood table painted cream on top of its original bright green.
Yes, we had that conversation before, Mercury. Anyway, we have purchased some unspeakable tat from a shop which will give refunds on unwanted purchases.
My mother decided to solve my bare-walls problem for me. "Have a look at the pictures in the Index catalogue and we'll buy you whichever one you want", she said beneficently. I can't be too sniffy, though, because most of the artwork on my walls comes from the big Swedish gallery just off junction 9 of the M6.
Co-incidentally, I've been cleaning up a couple of paintings (a rather facially challenged Siamese cat in pastels with a splendid background, and a magnificent Seurat-dot-style tiger) which a friend gave us as a wedding present - her own work. Kevin has clained the cat and I'm going to get a huge frame and mount for the tiger.
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Sorry I missed you at the Temple of Shopping, Hippo. We didn't get there till mid-afternoon, then spent most of the time looking for pressies for Mr V-rap's parents, who have are both into their eighth decade and who have no vices, no hobbies and no interest in anything beyond their routines. Fancy food? "Like eatin' munny". Jewellery? "Whadwewantwi'that?". Books? "Ooh, we get all we need from the library". Clothes, or stuff for the house? "Ah think we'll be tekkin' it back to t'shop, luv". But they get so offended (or maw-in-law does) if we don't give them anything, or send money or gift vouchers.
Saw a splendid coffee table in Debenhams. We've been looking for the perfect one for ages. It's hideously expensive but if we're about to spend the best part of six figures on extending it seems silly to twitter about the cost of a coffee table. And a matching side-table, of course, since we're currently using an Ikea kids' rubberwood table painted cream on top of its original bright green.
My mother in law always brings us back some real tat from abroad , cant work out if she does it on purpose
Mind u one year she did bring ouzo back
Oh my GOD
I am bathed
it might wake me up, dunno whats wrong with me today
Must put on interested expression for ward round later
Whats wrong with spirits these days , they seem to be 90 % water !
Hipps you need a snooze !
For 30 mins
and then the phone rang
They bought hats for the kids , luck beggers
Co-incidentally, I've been cleaning up a couple of paintings (a rather facially challenged Siamese cat in pastels with a splendid background, and a magnificent Seurat-dot-style tiger) which a friend gave us as a wedding present - her own work. Kevin has clained the cat and I'm going to get a huge frame and mount for the tiger.