Two 'New' Coats and a Bottle of Beer

..............We  (especially me) were spiffingly happy when Nursie turned up earlier than usual because it meant loads more time for shopping:)
So within ten minutes of Nursie's departure Mum and me good self were on our way.

Quaint Hockley was busier than normal, maybe the sunny sky had something to do with it. At any rate after bagging the disabled parking space under the warden's nazi gaze I once again pushed mum in the sun.
First stop, Haven's Hospice charity shop wherein we spent a packet.
My notes going on a knee length dark grey Marks and Spence pure wool coat. And as mum perused the bookshelves I snuggled into the lovely coat. Oh yes I thought this was meant for me. And so it came to pass that after much cooing and conversation I handed over £6 to Molly on the till. Mum spent too, her cash going on a pink polyester jumper and Carol Smith crime novel. Also with my name on it was a black and white sparkling pendant in the shape of the Queen's crown. Pure Bling.

We left feeling as good as two people with a lot on their plate could feel. How many more shopping trips would mama and me enjoy. I thought this as I weaved in and around able bodied people with that white almost painful brilliance a sunny cloudless day has. Mum never says much when we're out, she's loving it though and because she's loving it I am too, despite, at times feeling thoroughly wrung out.
We carried on to the next shop...

The next shop, by the fish shop is our favourite not because the prices are fairer or the women rougher but because it FEELS friendlier. I get the impression that the ladies who work there aren't avid watchers of Antiques Roadshow. Thereby being fairer in their pricing and non-affected by markings or labels.

We bought stuff. Mum's gems being a bright red wool coat £8:95 and murder books 60p mine being the Madonna and Baby made of plaster. 50p.

We'd been out a while and we were tired. So after picking up three frozen Pie and Mashs we came home. Both zonked in extremis.
I didn't feel like eating but mum, I'm pleased to say woofed down her pie and liqour. Messily.. Bless. 

After an early start and the doings of things I'm not ashamed to say I had another headache so with mum agreeing we chilled out for 9o mins or so watching James Cagney in White Heat.
Neither of us dozed orf. And after he shot up the gas works we had a nice cup of tea.

L to R. Cody's Bird, Cody's Ma, The man himself.

Now I must fly I have a million things to do so with my bling necklace oscillating between my very own well oiled domes I'll say cheerio:)