Entry for February 26, 2007

All right. I understand about the new man and all that, but a line in the sand must be drawn, and I am drawing it. Here. Now.
When you are away for the weekend with the boys for poker, beer and manly chat, you do not, I repeat not, go out for a wee walk on your own to visit charity shops. You do not have a nosey around the bric-a-brac to see if you can pick up a bargain.
Or if you do, you do not tell your friends about it. You do not place them in the awkward position of having to either enquire about your shopping, or alternatively, telling you to your face not to be such a complete and utter woman.
You certainly do not fish out three shirts from an ancient blue poly bag and proudly display them to the group saying "Look what I got for a tenner. What a bargain."
You know who you are, and you should be ashamed.