the urge to splurge

I went a little bit mad the other night.

I think it must have been something to do with being on my own whilst lad and his dad are away. It has a tendency to make me reckless and even – dare I say – a bit funny in the head sometimes.

Either that or I spent too much time looking at evilbay. I got sucked in, like a fly into a venus flytrap.

I was spat out a few minutes later a good few pounds poorer.

I splurged. I shouldn’t have, but I did.

I fought the frenzy to fork out, the desire to dissipate, but it didn’t go away. I caved in with just seconds to go.

But look at it!

Wouldn’t you have succumbed too?

It is winging it’s way to me as I type… I can hardly wait!

Oh come to me quickly, my pretty! I shall love thee and wear thee until I look like mutton dressed as lamb and you have fallen to pieces with old age! (And then I shall cut thee up and make a quilt from thy remains).

I do hope it fits…! ♥

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