Run Santy Run

Well well well. Usually Christmas shopping down the high-street is like a cut scene from the film Run Lola Run, a high-octane race against time to get everyone a gift before you are killed by a vicious gang from whom you have also stolen 20000 DM. (Every second of every day you're faced with a decision that can change your life...)

Ahem.

But it was ok this morning.

Mission accomplished.

I feel like a teenager again as well, as Wondy Mum and I wandered the clothes shops and I got to choose what I want to open on Christmas morning. I used to do that when I was 16.

Christmas is gonna rock hard this year.

Ps. My camera has gone into the shop just now to see if it can be exchanged (gotta love those one year guarantees) - so maybe I'll be fingering a brand new model later today. Thank you everybody who showed concern and gave great advice.