Shirts hopeless with boobs. I've never been able to wear them, even when slim. Something about narrow shoulders, bigger Bristols, and smaller waist seems quite beyond shirt-makers' capabilities.
Slightly odd day. Dear friends had been saying 'let's do something on Sunday'. They suggested going to the beach near Southend, so we flogged over there in the car, in terrible traffic, and there was a general gathering of their friends there. Which is... fine... but not quite what I'd expected. And we only really went as thought if we didn't it would spoil their day.
Tomorrow I had tickets booked for Sheffield, but friend with whom I am staying has reported one of her children has caught a sickness bug. Just started the spewing. Naturally, I don't want to go any more, or at least not tomorrow. But have stuff on from Thursday, making it not really worth going just for a day, on Tuesday, even if it would be safe to do so. But I don't want to lose the money on the train tickets!
In 'glamour' news, my verruca is really hurting.