Is there a nail in my bread?

Because the last time I saw my lovely blue artificial thumb nail was BEFORE I was kneading bread last night. And I only noticed that it was missing when the bread was already in the oven. Not a lot I could do about it then, was there? So, now do I tell P to watch out for a nail or do I just wait and have a giggle after he tells me that he found it over the weekend when I was in London? Hmmm ...

Went shopping this morning, but being the usual half wit I am at 9am, I left my bank card at home. Luckily I had taken a tin full of 1p and 2p coins to change up. So I could at least buy the necessities. I even had enough over to have a quick browse through the charity shops. And what do I find? Only the most adorable boots of all times. Sort of punky/biker!!! I just had to have them. At that point I only had about £2 left in my purse. So I went up to the guy at the counter, who by the way is exceptionally cute, tattooed and pierced, shaved head and very sweet, and asked him, if I could give him £2 towards the boots - they were priced at £9.99 - and if he would keep them until the afternoon for me to pick up. Obviously he didn't want to see me again - hahaha - because he said that I can have the boots for the money I got. Now I am prancing around at home with the incredibly comfy, perfectly fitting boots :-) Sad though that I don't have a reason to go there again this afternoon!

Right-o, I need to go out with Isis now, then try an outfit on for travelling tomorrow (new boots included) and finish packing my rucksack. I also need to decide which yarn to take, crochet or knitting, have a bath, dye my hair, put a face mask on, pluck eyebrows and last but not least ... replace the missing nail.

I am in good spirits :-)