I’ve been feeling pretty thrifty of late, having managed to resurrect my phone (new battery plus rubberised cover – it works but everything looks a bit spotty) AND put a pair of trousers in to have the zip replaced* at Bigtown’s brand new alterations and fabric shop. Clearly I’m not the only one who understands the satisfaction inherent in getting something repaired.
It’s not something the council’s in much danger of discovering, however. We moseyed down to the ford at the weekend to check the level and find out if they’d made any progress unbending the sign only to be confronted with this:
But fear not, dear readers, we still crossed the bridge to get you a proper reading:
*To be honest, the latter was less about thriftiness and more about avoiding the whole trouser buying thing for a bit longer (as regular blog readers, and anyone who’s gone shopping with me will understand). Plans are now afoot to take in my last ever decently fitting pair of trousers to see if they can make a new pair, in which case my life will be complete.