Apart from today. I was on a mission. To buy a cigar. For father day. It's not often I buy such gifts but hey he's here instead of there and I thought why not. Plus I got one for a very good friend and colleague at work by way of thanks. Thrilled at being in a humidor. Delighted at my purchases and the fact I managed not buy myself any cigars despite being a smoke free zone for many a decade ( but I could at a drop of hat I really could .) This spurred me on. What else was I in the mood for? Getting naked clearly. Having just returned from a week on very hot sunshine what I felt I needed was a bikini. What better time try on a bikini than when you have a tan. OK so the kids have being calling me Benidorm Madge. Really ! Harrumph! Actually less Madge more mottled spam as I had slapped on sun cream like a demented idiot missing more than I hit with the result of a mottled spam effect the next day. This is never a good look particularly when you have gone on a romantic-can't keep your-hands-off-each-other week with Hot Date.
So never one to pass up an impulse I dived into the nearest retail therapy surgery. In this case TK Maxx and dived on the swimwear section. Having harboured bikini envy for a whole week. whilst away along with Summer wardrobe envy too I felt that my next jolly in the summer should be better kitted out. 10 bikinis later I have purchased 2 at a tenner each down from £55 each. Bargain! It did it strike me as bizarre as I was stood starkers at a half past one of a work day that I wouldn't normally be naked at this time of day. But then I quite like the idea of being naked when you shouldn't be - it's so naughty isn't it.