The Incredible Shrinking Wardrobe is defeated

Last Saturday, I tried on an old pair of jeans which used to fit me, but which I couldn't close over the waist (read: belly). I tried them on again today, and while they're somewhat snug, they do fit. Seems that between last Saturday and today, I dropped a dress size somewhere around Bisto.

When I have a little money, I buy books.

I just spent half of my lunch hour walking around Bisto, exploring a little, looking at all the nice little shops and the interestingly varied architecture and the lettings agency windows. I then discovered even more reasons for me to move here.
There is not only an Oxfam and a British Heart Foundation shop which sell second-hand books. There is also a Hospice charity shop, another charity shop the name of which escapes me right now which means I've never heard of the charity before, and yet another biggish charity shop which is completely dedicated to books, visual media and music.

I now own Ovid's "Metamorphoses", the "Mabinogion", and Arthur C. Clarke's "Childhood's End". All for the price of a sandwich.

I love Bisto.