Retail therapy fixes everything. Right? Right. (Well. Besides money problems. BUT LET’S GLOSS OVER THAT SHALL WE.) Took S out for a Last Hurray at Starbucks, where we bathed in hazelhut hot chocs and scrummy blueberry muffins. Then I picked up some make-up – have been running on empty tubes since way before Christmas – and some veg for dinner. Probably shouldn’t have, but I also treated S to a onesie. Hehe. He didn’t own one (and kind of failed to see the appeal), but we were going past Next and saw an awesome Angry Birds one, and he was swayed by the plain black – but SUPER fluffy – material. Had to buy age 11-12yrs, even though he’s only just turned ten. WTF. Where’s my little boy gone?!