I'm going shopping later to spend my £50 Sweatshop voucher, courtesy of MN. I need a new gym top, as mine makes me look like a sack of spuds. Fortunately, there is a branch in Woking, where DSis lives, and where we are having a family dinner tonight as a joint celebration of DSis's and my birthdays, so I am able to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.
It's not my actual birthday for three weeks, but we always have a combined do, DSis and I. We have sustained a long family tradition of birthday dinners, which means we all meet up at least four times a year to exchange gifts. There are 14 of us now, so we need quite a big table.
It's not proper shopping, though, is it? I'm still thinking about that gold skirt....