Shopping

I was doing a bit of shopping on Saturday, what with HF away visiting his lovely mother and it being less than two weeks before we leave for Thailand (yay!).

I bought all the important stuff - anti-diarrhoea tablets, rehydration sachets (yes, I am indeed expecting at least one major case of the shits), "jungle fever" insect repellant, sun cream, ear plugs (for attempting to sleep on the Khao San Road - err, that is on a hotel on the strip rather than actually in the middle of the road) and I was vaguely thinking I might get some more nice, loose-fitting pretty clothes.

My eyes kept being drawn to a burgundy and silver kaftan in the window of a charity shop. It was only £3.50 so I thought I would try it on.

I tried it on - it was quite nice, although a bit baggy in places. I figured it was symptomatic of my shrinking form, and decided it was worth £3.50 (although I bargained it down to £2.25 as that was all I had in my wallet).

When I went home, and hung it up, I glanced at the label.

It was a maternity top.





I'm still gonna wear it though.

More on that story later.