Today I have bought new shoes. Three pairs to be exact. They are only intended to get me through the summer months and are a cheap and cheerful ballet style from Shoe Zone. Total cost for all 3 pairs - £17. If Joan saw them on the table she'd have my guts for garters, although in my defence I'd never heard that putting new shoes on a table is supposed to be bad luck until I met Mark.
I also bought my usual 3 for £5 books which only cost me £2.65 as I had money on my loyalty card.
And I've gone all retro and bought some wagon wheels that I suddenly had a hankering for. Useless fact of the day coming up: Wagon Wheels were first launched in 1948 when wild west movies were popular. You can't beat a bit of John Wayne and cowboys and Indians can you.
The fencing job is done. The next door neighbours recommended the guy as he's done some work for them before. They must be more easy going than we are where DIY is concerned because it's not the best job we've ever had done and Mark went out a few times to get him to re-do certain things. I know he's been moaning to the neighbours about that, but if we're paying half I don't think it's too much to ask that the concrete post doesn't wobble. Mind you, the job was finished Monday and he's not knocked on for any money yet. Maybe it's because we didn't get what we asked for. Can you see the fencing at the back of the neighbour's garden? We pointed to that and said "we want that".
Anyway, short concrete posts really are a first world problem. The plus side is the fence is better than it was and it's certainly not worth falling out over but I'm really glad we don't have any other jobs that require outside input.