No smokes for the last five days

Well until this afternoon that is, and only because I bumped into a fellow from the office. It seemed rude not to join in a communal toke.

But I brought home some sartorial gems from the charity shops in Bristol? My pal Lu is the charity shop queen, and we scoured the city with our vacuum settings for vintage on high.

With colours like these little shifts, who needs to smoke?

Saturday evening was with another pal and her parents. They were part of the beautiful people of the sixties, and yes, my new frocks went down a treat with them too.

I can't say I could place the period references in the conversation, though I couldn't place anything much after the third bottle of charddy was opened. Still, I got through the night with no fags.

So who's Raymond?