Before we resume our hectic commute between Wolverhampton and Evesham, Nigel decided to take himself off to town to get a haircut, and buy some new felt pens, which is what, he says, you always do in September when the schools go back, even if you don’t go to school yourself, it’s just reassuring to know that you have some …….. and then he thought he might have a mooch round the market ………….. and noticed a phenomanomanomanomena ……..
…… it seemed as though every single stall had duvets ….. and not just a few ……..
…….. there were mountains and mountains and mountains of them!!!!
And, they were selling fast!!!!! I got a sense that when Nigel got home he could have very easily been caught in all the excitement, thinking that it would have been rude not too …… however, the prospect of man handling a mahoooosive new duvet back for each of us home on the bus proved a little too daunting, even for Nigel …….. though Darrell and I will probably remind him of his reticence and lack of bravado when we a shivering under old old duvets when nights get cold!!!!!!