Party Feet, a contradiction in terms

Early start today, Buba first, oh and he was so bonny in his little dungarees, had a wee chat with him and Mumma before I took myself off to the opticians.  Having yesterday been to visit the opticians once again, I say again as this is becoming a monthly habit, and one I shall miss when I leave for Israel, I even got offered coffee whilst perusing the frames yesterday, I visit the lovely ladies of HMD's fistly for the crack, and secondly to see if they have a frame that will make my face look more like it's not wearing glasses, and less like Olive from on buses. So yesterday I found two frames that I thought were not too bad and was allowed to take those very precious and quite clever frames up the road to My Beloved. Success the frameless frames are the one, but I thought I better get a second opinion so Buba Mumma was shown the frameless frames and agreed with My Beloved Hooray, so having ordered and paid for my new glasses I'm now a serious amount of money lighter, and praying they arrive before we leave.

We then took ourselves off to The Deen for the things we didn't manage to get last week, White Bra - having been measured in Lewis John's and tried on every imaginable bra, most of which were uncomfortable and very oddly shaped, I don't every remember having boobies shaped like Madonna's and I'm talking the Cone Bra...... so we left Lewis John and his bra's and headed off for more cake, if you can't find want you want eat cake.  Oh yeah My Beloved has bought himself a new wallet, and he was like a kid with a new toy, his all singing all dancing (very Plain) wallet holds all that he needs and more, he did mention to me, had I purchased a new purse I would have needed a new handbag and a pair of socks to go with it, socks!!!!, I think he means matching shoes and coat..

Oh dear god my feet, I knew it was a bad idea to put my beautiful sexy new kitten boots on for shopping, but when I mentioned it to myself just before leaving home I totally knew better, and put them on anyway, boy was I ever wrong, and don't worry I gave myself a good telling off. So having hobbled to the Ninety-Nine bar for coffee and cake, which turned out to be coffee and pretzels, what no cakE, are you for real, I decided I needed to purchase some party feet, but not before I hobbled from Ninety-Nine to Bravissimo, now your talking bras.  I was re-measured and a beautiful array of white and fancy bras were paraded in front of my very excited eyes.  Not a cone shape anywhere, they know how to sell let me tell you, you only have to ask Barclays Bank.  Kerching, kerching, kerching, that will do nicely three sets later, and one of them white I'm ready, what for I'm not sure, but I'm ready none the less.

The drive home was uneventful, well apart from the pitstop at Spice of Life, oh I do love their food, we ordered we chatted and by the time my main course of something extremely hot and delectable arrived I found myself unable to eat, why? because the two tins of diet coke had caused those bloody pretzels to expand to three times their size causing my stomach to believe it was full, so I now have a doggy bag in the kitchen in case I'm peckish overnight. My Beloved is wandering around the house complaining about the size of his chumpbawomba belly, which he claims he can pick up with his fat fists and shake, I tend not to watch when he plays with himself as its a touch worrying...