More Blurriness

A quick nip into town to err pick up, err one or two things. AJ said that a shop assistant told him that a day should be set aside for men to do their Christmas shopping. He agreed but pointed out that there was no mystery about which day that would be… 
So yes, I’m a bit early.
Actually, I’d also to pick up some gift tags (another thing men don’t bother with*) for the daughter so trotted round to meet her afterwards. The wee grandson has horrible eye infections which grieves her hugely. And is quite choked up too, so I stay awhile to help, meaning sit and listen to her chat.
But later, the last Wednesday before Christmas had to be celebrated and we were joined by young M, newly arrived back from France, bringing a bottle of Absinth with him for his old man. What a very good idea. No tag necessary on that one: just take care you don’t end up with an electronic one afterwards.

* joke. Of course I do.