In Between Days.

Tuesday.

Our Tuesday to meet Sue and Pete for lunch. We went into Black Sheep Coffee first, and then Superdrug as I needed a few make up bits and a refill for my wild roll-on, I've recently swapped to that from the solid deodorant as it doesn't stain my clothes, and more importantly doesn't  irritate my armpits, the scents are delicate too, and don't clash with my perfume. During the summer I wear either Body Shop's Fig and Pomegranate or the copy of New West that Jubilee do. They do dupes of discontinued scents. I love New West, and was gutted when Aramis stopped making it. This copy is bang on and you really can't smell a difference. Sadly, they don't do a copy of Midnight Poison by Dior( another favorite) but I never give up hope!

We went in TKMAXX and I bought a basket for under my desk, which because I had a little bit left on an all for one gift voucher from Christmas I only paid £1.25 for, instead of £5.99. Its black mesh with wooden handles and will fit perfectly under so I can put various card making stuff away that I can access readily. 

We then met Sue and Pete by the lions and then headed to The Roebuck. Lovely to see them both. 

We already had what we needed and headed home after we left them. 

Kev put the other camera up in the hall facing the door. Just another security idea. 

I was thinking (in my case overthinking) about how many conversations you have where you are convinced the other person isn't really listening. I sometimes start conversations and then give up halfway through when I realise I'm not being heard. Not because I'm being "funny" but because I just think what's the point. It's very true about people only listen to answer and steer the talk to them. What triggered this line of thought was listening to a woman at the bus stop. She was having a very one sided chat to another woman, obviously they'd met up, every time she said something the other woman completely overran her, interrupting her and totally ignoring her point of view. I did think at the time, that if that was me ( and it has been quite a lot of times in my life, my Mother was world champion of talking over you) i would just shut up and stop paying attention to what they are saying. I have like an off switch, developed over years of being talked at rather than talked too. I bet that lady went home thinking why do I bother.