I am home alone tonight.
I am watching TV. All the lovely cookery and gardening shows that no-one ever wants to watch normally.
In fact I am half way through an episode of Hairy Bikers:Mum Knows Best. Today though, the odd thing I am seeing the adverts between the programmes. Normally I watch only what is prerecorded and we fast forward through the ads.
Well what a load of old tripe. Now I know for sure that I am forever cured from any desire to shop for sport. Every thing they show makes me 'hurumph' about the cost, the waste, the unnecessary expense. i am a right old killjoy but I would rather have fewer & better possession than loads of old rubbish, any day. Second hand is fine with me but I dont want clothes that last for three wears
Okay, had my rant Feeling fine now :)