OK – it’s Saturday night and what are we doing? Going out clubbing? Party? Dinner? Meeting friends? Pie and a pint with friends?
No to all of the above. What we’re doing is lying on the sofa in our slippers in front of the fire watching movies on the telly.
That’s what happens when you are old and past it.
In fact we’re both tired, not just me, Mrs Moody.
Technical note for anyone who could care less…….my slippers – Sainsbury’s £6.99 fake ugg boots, DMs slippers, the real McCoy from the Celtic Sheepskin Company £43.99. I got mine at the start of the winter and was worried about bringing them home in case alongside the Bridget Jones pants, they’d be a step too far (too close to Hilda Ogden and too far from Kate Moss) for DM. Not so. DM not only said he liked them but whinged for England about his cold feet and how he wanted a pair.
I tried Sainsbury’s (sold out), M&S (only super-frumpy-old-man slippers there) so I google-uk’d slippers and found the Celtic Sheepskin Company, making slippers in Cornwall from completely natural local resources. OK so they were six times more expensive but I suppose that’s the price you pay for ethically supplied stuff.
Now you know what will happen next don’t you? Some silly person will leave a comment saying what a filthy old slut I am for putting my feet on the sofa and allowing DM to do the same. What you don’t think that’ll happen? Well, it’s happened before……
Last year, I took a fairly crappy shot of Prince Charles's house!