Here in The Hague, Thursday evenings is late night shopping. "I wonder if that jacket's still there?", I said to myself...and lo and behold! it was. Clearly, this was meant to be. I took it to the counter, and found to my surprise that it had been marked down even more since I'd last tried it on the previous Sunday.
I took my other coat in to be altered this afternoon. I told the tailor there's no real hurry; I've already got a replacement. He told me I can come pick it up next week. I've been going through my wardrobe, chucking out all the clothes I can't wear anymore because they're too big for me. Some of these I've worn only once. Others, I haven't had a chance to wear at all. I'll take them to one of those collection points tomorrow; then maybe someone else will get to enjoy them.
Also, I'll need to go shopping for Sinterklaas presents tomorrow. Romeo, although very nearly 6, still believes the Holy Man rides across the rooftops on Dec 5th to drop his presents down the chimney, and so the whole family has to gather together to witness this magical event. Of course, we will all be distracted and miss the exact moment again, as we do each year, but my nephew won't mind as he'll be too busy opening all his packages and shouting out his thanks to Sinterklaas with each wrapper that comes off. Too bad though that for me it means I'll miss the Heroes-finale. Perhaps I should ask Sint to give me the S1 dvd?