As I look out it is snowing. But there is hardly anything on the ground.
Downstairs I have a mooch. ooo look at the sight.
outside the front the owl seems to not be wearing the cloak anymore.
A while latter when the snow has stopped i look again. Erm the owl seams to have picked it up when I’ve had my eyes turned away.
Eventually “they” get up. We have some breakfast and head out to Altringham, to the DHP depot. This is good apart from I’ve decided to wear my contact lenses and there is something very wrong with the one of them.
They put up with taking us back after we have Alan’s parcel. And instead head into Stockport itself. We go to “their” Wilkos, but its not that impressive.
We go to the Christmas Shop, but its not that impressive.
And then I look in another house hold shop where, can you believe it, they are trying to sell light up Eiffel Towers. Here in Stockport. I know they try to sell them anywhere in the land of France but here in Stockport? Man? What are they thinking?
There is so much Christmas choice.
Alan tells me it suits me. I’m not sure what he is trying to say.
We head to Sainburys, and then to the beer shop and then Roise comes round. We eat, we drink.
We play one game.
A single game that lasts hours.
So much fun if your winning. Eventually Zoe tots it all up.
I say goodnight and retire, ready to dream of snow.