yesterday, the following series of thoughts trotted through my mind in the space of about two seconds…
‘i really need a pair of properly warm gloves for dog walking now the weather’s getting bitter…’
‘i think i’ll buy myself some in the next week or so…’
‘oh actually i can’t, because mum and jason will be miffed with me for buying stuff for myself since christmas and my birthday are just around the corner (my birthday is the 22nd december!)…’
‘it really is inconvenient to have my birthday and christmas all at once halfway through winter, because people feel you’ve cheated them out of a potential gift if you buy yourself things around this time of year…’
‘it really would have been better if i’d been born in october or november, because then i could ask for things like nice warm gloves and scarves for my birthday and then i’d be able to wear them right through the winter…’
‘i’ll tell mum that she really should have planned this all better…’
‘actually, that probably won’t go down too well…’
is this not the most boring train of thought ever?! and also, when did i stop wanting gameboy games and sea monkeys and start wanting gloves for my birthday? when did i get old?!
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p.s the photo above is entirely unrelated to this post. it just makes me laugh! :)
