Obviously, though, I can't go into Fopp and just buy one CD. Which invariably means that I come out with a bizarre collection of stuff. The chappy at the desk only looked slightly askance at me for this lot:
- Eliza Carthy, "Red"
- "Calendar Girls" OST
- Suede, "Head Music"
- Captain Beefheart, "Doc at the Radar Station"
- Erasure, "Hits!"
- Jacques Loussier, "Toccata/Play Bach" (2 CD set)
But I suspect there's enough there to draw disparaging comments from at least half of my readers; the jazz snobs probably despise Loussier, the indie kids will laugh at me for being completist enough to want to listen to Suede's death throes, the rockers and metal-heads will mock me for being soppy enough to want Beth Nielsen Chapman's "I find your love" (which is why I bought the Calendar Girls soundtrack), and everybody will quite justifiably laugh at me for Erasure.
Music may be the food of love, but I needed LUNCH. Sainsburys are back in my good books now as I managed to find a Thai Green Chicken Wrap; also bought raspberries, malt loaf, 85% Lindt (for medicinal purposes!), pasta for dinner, an Innocent smoothie (they're so expensive but dammit they're also so nice), two cans of coke, and two avocados. The avocados are medicinal as well, actually. And the coke, too. Honest.
To complete the comfort-shopping thing, I let myself be seduced by a gauzy red silk shirt with ruffles and a ribbon-lace-up front. God only knows when I'm going to wear it, because I don't go out any more, I don't need to look sexy, I don't feel sexy. But it is very pretty, and maybe one day I will wear it. And it was only cheap, unlike the shiny black Prada collarless jacket with the rubber pocket-trim and collar trim which is only 100 quid despite being brand new with labels still attached showing the RRP of £1330 ... eBay eBay eBay ... NO, NO, NO. Oh, and I didn't buy the very very short grey pleated skirt, even though it was cheap, because I actually took the time to try it on & it didn't quite sit right on the hips. So I can feel virtuous about not buying another stupid thing that doesn't fit me.
Sometimes all we can do is look after the little things.