In the shops today all the old dears could talk about was the weather.
I too talked about it.
But I am not old.
Yet.
I'm hoping to be.
One day.

And God willing, or whoever else runs the universe, I'll take liberties, I'll swish my skirts around giving old guys a glimpse of my gorgeous pins, and if I'm single, I'll bag one or two.



As mum and me looked for something for lunch. I spotted some cod in beer batter. Oh yeah. AND it was decorated with a 'reduced' sticker. The fish was old and cold and past its sell buy date.
Didn't care.
"That fish is walking" I told mum. She concurred.

Also bought was a pre-owned pink flowered pinny and pre-loved yellow flowered cream jug.
"Pre-owned and pre-loved?" Tosh.
It's stuff that's been chucked out.
And I'm mightily glad.
Because if people didn't dump their old bits I'd live in a bare bungalow and be running around naked.

Old fish now.