No, I am not doing a Victor Meldrew. I am not a Grumpy Old Woman even. I am just amazed.
It is day three of my tenner week and Liz and Charlie are still safe in my purse.
I had intended going out this morning but for various reasons that didn't happen. This afternoon I've had to take both my sewing machines to the sewing machine hospital and I didn't even call in at Coffee Costa. Do you think that at the ripe old age of 63 I may be growing up? I do hope not!