A sequence of events....

We came back from Lahore after the winter break close to a month ago. And since coming back have been trying desperately to dodge one health bug after another. First week in Daniyal came down with a stomach bug... one we brought with us from Lahore. That was the first weekend gone. Thereafter Shahid caught Iblees's own cough, and so the second weekend was sacrificed. With Shahid coughing and sneezing his guts out, I was the next obvious port of call, so the third weekend was spent with me topping 102C on the temperature scale and finally, come full circle Daniyal, has caught the bug.

Have spent a miserable month barely making it outside the house once a week. Top it with a weak pocket with little buying power and even the idea of retail therapy no longer cheers. Has my pocket shrunk or has the world become more expensive. Its sad to note that incentive to shop is inversely proportional to money in the pocket. I have never wanted to shop in the last six years, when i myself was earning in the five figure, as much as I want to shop now. Very humbling :) And the world conspires against me. Everything is far more expensive.

Anyway, all I need to do it make up my mind to go shop and this strangely obsessive urge to shop like Posh Spice on a credit card burnout binge will evaporate. All this, when I am not a shopper.

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I am thinking of chickening out of a lunch commitment tomorrow afternoon. Daniyal really doesn't make a meaty half of a couple as yet, and the nikah-ordained half entrusted to me by the vows of marriage is at work. So I don't fancy hiding my comments or my conversation cliff hangers at the bottom of a chilled glass. Therefore, please note in advance that Little Master Daniyal will be feeling a wee bit off as of 12noon tomorrow morning. Thank you very much for your concern.

Oh and btw the sign-here-on-the-dotted-line half is out. To dinner explaining how to stave off the end of the financial system with a few timely plug-ins and system overhauls. I am currently on Potato Land and he's roaming Patato Land. Same bloody, boring vegetable, just different bloody perspectives.
What's with the whole stupid notion of connectivity anyway? Seriously skewed up perspectives we have as a generation. Forgive me lord, but TV love done me in.

So I'm going to roll over on my lumpy side now and call it a night in the hope that tomorrow will bring promise of something .... special.
Damn it, we really are cliches.

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