Going to the Sales

Here we are at the twelfth day of January and I have o­nly just started my aim of doing Sixty Special Things for my Sixtieth Year. Unexpectedly it involved a trip to Girvan and the sales. I have trailed round Glasgow this week and found nothing of note…however, a sleepy seaside town yielded many good bargains. In the end I settled for an expensive designer jacket/cardigan with faux fur collar. Totally unlike my usual style, which pleased me inordinately. Even better was that it was half-price. Of course I was aided and abetted by o­ne of my oldest friends. (Oldest in the sense of long-term.) She had her own 60th-Fest last year and was o­nly too pleased to encourage and enter into the sense of fun.