His son, my baby brother, sat between Mum and I last night. Mum was knitting a wristwarmer and I a TTWC. He turned to our mother and said, "You know, I think what the homeless really need are warm hats - why don't you knit some of those?"
I did not stab him with the 4.5mm circ that has been my companion at all family gatherings for the last two years, but only because it was his birthday party.
Is it a Y chromosome thing, or just a Taph family bloke thing? I fear it is the latter. Probably just as well I'm childless.
He certainly doesn't deserve the shirts I bought him today. The DJ's cardholders' special sale preview night reinforced some previously held knowledge.
* they never put the hard to get sizes on sale (3 shirts in his size, none of them on sale - spent $85.40 but that's his birthday present and a shirt put aside for Christmas)
* I find it very difficult to resist lipsticks and hosiery on special (I did resist but only by hurrying over to women's accessories where I frantically knitted a TTWC and openly scorned the chunky knit acrylic beanie being flogged off with the reduced price of $41.95.)
* I can be prudent as shown by the decision to not test my resolve by venturing anywhere near the manchester department.
Sale started at 5pm, I was at the parents' house by 5.20pm with 3 shirts (I bought one on Mum's behalf as well) and the challenge pretty much intact. It was a close run thing with the lipsticks, though.
COOK FROM THE CUPBOARD
BREKKIE: Porridge with craisins, coffee.
LUNCH: 1.5 toasted soy-cheese sandwiches and one chocolate biscuit (someone brought them into the tea room and it would be churlish to refuse such a generous gift).
AFTERNOON TEA: Coffee, another chocolate biscuit. Yum, a Choc Monte.
APPERITIF: 3 Jatz with soy cheese and a glass of cask white.
DINNER: Leftovers and veg with the parents and a couple of glasses of a decent white wine also leftovers from last night.
SUPPER: Small pot of tea.
SPENT: Gifts $85.40