Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

Another owl.
Went shopping again today. Needed to get presents. Needed to get a new bra too, my favourite one's broken. I was going to rant about bra shopping but I can't be bothered anymore. Long story short I got a really nice one I'm planning to keep and another one that somehow doesn't fit, despite being the correct size, or so the label tells me. I know I've gained weight but still. They're both, supposedly, the same size and style but one fits nicely and the other tries to squeeze the life out of me like a boa constrictor. And, if I thought I had a hard enough time finding a good one in my size, it's even harder for mum.

I got socks for Napoleon. I wanted to get another jumper for mum but they didn't have any good ones this year. I got her a jigsaw puzzle, that's mainly for us to do together though and some slippers, on which I sought her approval beforehand. I got my secret Santa gift for my cousin, and mum got hers for my other cousin. We also got our gift for my uncle, Napoleon still hasn't told me if we're actually going to see him this year or not. You remember how upset I was about all that last year.

Think I might still need to go somewhere else though, I don't think it's quite enough for mum. I like to try and surprise her. We'll see.

Bluebiird out.