So, after some un-gentle persuasion, my dad braved Silverburn on his own and got a bracelet and a book for my mum for her birthday. So all is now well in Smeaters-Land. Me and Paul are taking everyone for a swanky breakfast tomorrow morning, then we're hitting the Swarovski shop to buy the ring my mum wants. Paul and dad were unconvinced by the sound of Brown's but I checked the menu and told my dad that you can get bacon rolls and rolls and sausage, so he's appeased. And there's a full Scottish breakfast, so my bro will be sorted, though I'm not sure about a pint of Guinness! I made the reservation for 11:15 so we could have the champagne breakfast if anyone orders it, though me and Paul are splitting the bill, so we're kind of hoping no-one does!
I got my mum a wee cupcake-on-a-stick so she has something from me to open in the morning, though it's full of crap, according to the ingredients list (what's wrong with flour, eggs and sugar for a cupcake?!) but it looks good, and if I made one of my own I'd never get it to stay on the damn stick!
I also flouted my own no-new-clothes-for-Italy rule and bought myself a lovely scarf:
...and the blue sequin shorts from Asos. I measured myself, had a think, and went for the bigger size than I need, so now I just need to hope - for the first time ever! - that they're small-made so they fit OK. If there's anything worse than too-tight short shorts, it's got to be shorts that are saggy in the arse. Frankly, that look doesn't look good on anyone.
If the shorts are big, you can just take them in a wee bit down the seam.
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