M&S Classic Collection

Today Mother and I went shopping, unfortunately due to the proximity to the festive season, it was very crowded (why on earth Christmas coincides with the shops being crowded, I don't know!) Personally, I love M&S's 'Classic' collection, it fits and flatters without being overly matronly so I duly purchased a wool skirt and a pussy bow blouse to guard against the cold.

During the last few weeks Father has been very quiet. Since my disapparance some months ago he moved back into the spare room from the shed because in his words 'the ivy was taking over and I can't cope with it'. He has strange packages delivered to the door on a regular basis, I haven't a clue what they are and sufficed to say, I really don't wish to.

I've been missing you...

Sorry it's been so long, I've been trying to immerse myself back into everyday life, so I'm sitting here at my laptop typing away whilst listening to the wonderful Tony Blackburn's 'Pick of the Pops' on Radio 2. The charts this week are from 1975 and 1988, both of which are important years for me, the former is when Father first daringly decided to purchase a pair of shorts because of the excessive heat and the latter was when I took my O-levels, in which I did very well and was bought a huge cake by Mother because of my results which secured me a place on the A-level course, which sadly I threw away due to my obsession with following Brother Beyond around on tour (more about that later...)

During the past few weeks I have been incredibly introspective and as the psychologist suggested, I've made a list of things which make me happy. One of these is knee length socks, they're very warm, comforting and rather splendid. It wouldn't matter if I wore strange hosiery for the rest of my life because Wilf isn't coming back, last I heard he was walking out with a former Miss Renault (east London division).