My Life on a Plate

Where Did You Get That Hat?

Next time I want to cause a riot and have a good belly laugh I'll just have a damned good man bash. Thanks folks for those brilliant comments, reading them is becoming even more hilarious than some of the blogs.

So today I will mention nothing pertaining to the male of the species but discuss something 'girly.' ie. SHOPPING (Exit all the men clutching their wallets whilst beating their manly chests)

When I'm dressed (no I'm not typing in the nude either) and have completed essential tasks like bog cleaning (female job) I'm off to Nottingham to meet my sister who is coming over for the weekend. Before I go to meet her train I have some serious shopping to do. I need to make a list...

1. Bits and pieces for the 'sister' bag. Smellies, candles, earrings, stationary. Wimmin's fings.

2. Files to store all the new writings I haven't done.

3. Soaps and bubbly things from my favourite shop called 'Lush.' (My men can't live without them)

4. Silly things for my party bags. It's my birthday next month (Nada and I share the same birth sign - don't mess with female lions) I don't want a birthday but as it's unavoidable I've decided to make the most of it. I've hired a stretched Limo (paid for by money I've earned from writing) to take eight ladies to dinner etc. Each guest must go home with a party bag of course.

5. A replacement hat. I think I'll fail here. I bought a really cheap sun hat to take to Rhodes and I really loved it. I called it my 'Shirley Valentine' hat. On return, my rugged, handsome, manly-chested, dripping in maleness hubby put it in the washing machine by mistake, bless him. Result - one misshapen, discoloured hat which has now left the premises. I've searched the shops but I can't find one the same. So if anyone knows where to find a hat like the one in the pic, please let me know. I'd be your slave for life.