Sales Beginneth

I've got a few things to do today, but most importantly I've got to go and get a wedding card for my Cousin who is tying the knot tomorrow in Cardiff, an event that Phil and I will be attending.

First off though I spend the best part of over an hour trying to book in with a hair dresser in Cardiff so that I can get my hair put up (I simply can't do it myself to any standard that doesn't scream "Mad Wench On The Loose") for the wedding and eventually find one that can fit me in at a time that suits me (12 noon to be precise - enough time to get to Cardiff, have hair done and attend ceremony).

With that done I then head into Oxford and after fighting with the traffic I manage to park up and set about going to the shops. I get the card just fine and then the lure of the sales starts to set in like dry rot in a very old roof - ie. you know it's there but ignore it but eventually you have to get it fixed and it ends up costing a small fortune. So I end up coming back with a new shirt and 2 ties for Phil and some more shoes for me. They are very nice the shoes, and with 1/3 off the price they are even nicer! I also spend some of the WHSmith vouchers my sister gave to us and got Madagascar and Layer Cake on DVD.

I then head off to Milton Keynes where they have just opened a new Ikea store which is dead handy for us since before yesterday the nearest store we had was either Birmingham or Bristol. But now instead of a good hours drive all we need to do is nip down the road for 20 miles.

My mission was to pick up a glass display cabinet that we though would be handy to put all our trinkets in, and after penetrating the entrance of the building I made stealth like progress to the item in question, got the top secret information (aisle number and location) and made a quick exit from the market place with the aid of a trolley and laser guided precision to my destination - Aisle 23 Location 45 here we come! I tell you what though 38KG is bloody heavy to carry on your own, and after nearly bursting something somewhere inside myself I finally heave the darn box on to the trolley and head for the checkouts, and whilst doing this start contemplating how I'll get the box into the car by myself.

Seems I need not have worried too much, I just collared a parking attendant on my way out who very kindly helped me load up my Swedish goodies and sent me on my way back home :)

As you can probably imagine then the evening is spent with Phil putting up said new cabinet and me ironing the stuff we need for the wedding tomorrow. And might I just add here I am now distinctly aware of the fact that my steam iron is f*cked - it leaks more water out of its base than it releases as steam - the consequence of which is that it will by tomorrow be sleeping with the fishes.

Posted by Abi on the December 28, 2005 9:48 PM