retail therapy with the old fogies. presents for me, presents for carpet biter2. the security woman in buchanan galleries told me that i wasnt allowed to take photos. what are they scared of?

got back, walked the dog, got kids from school, fed everyone and then went to 'joseph, joseph, is it really you?' la, la, la etc. it was a riot and took me back to my 1970s primary school childhood - our headteacher was a big one for musicals and we all knew all the songs backwards.

came home and fell over spectacularly in the street chasing (in good humour) a small child. three cuts and two bruises. good job i'm ageing gracefully. got cross with everyone for not being concerned enough. rational stuff.