I met my son for lunch today at Garden City. We dragged it out until 3.30 then walked around the shops until they closed - I picked up a coffee table book called "The Most Beautiful Country Towns of England" (research! *g*) and books 4 and 5 in the Harry Potter series. Also a couple of small dumbbells because when I hold my arms out, my underarms look like they belong to Rocky the Flying Squirrel. Not a good look! I really need to work on that.
Once the shops shut we went to a coffee shop and sat chatting then for another ninety minutes. We're as bad as each other - could talk until the cows come home.
It's vid rec day on crack_van and I'm now amusing myself watching some of the offerings, catching up with my flist, reading emails, and generally doing very un-useful stuff. What else are Saturday nights for?