Ah, now there's a sight for sore eyes! The Kirkcaldie and Stains buidling in Wellington, with the SALE sign out!!! Of all weeks to be in Welly, the week of Kirk's sale? Oh joy, what luck indeed. I prowled, I poked, I prodded, I elbowed my way to the bins (which in itself can be more bruising than an All Blacks scrum - something I have yet to have the ecstacy of trying).

This was Kirk's as I remembered it and I savoured every jolt, shove and foot-stamping! I left the place in a daze, liberally sprayed with Estee Lauder's "Pleasures" and sashayed to Leuven for a wine (and a whine) with my trusted friend Pixie. What a treat that place is. Greeted by an energetically friendly woman who anticipated our every thirst, I didn't want to catch my flight home. So, I dilly-dallied on the way, we ate frites with mayonnaise and had another Oyster Bay Sauvignon Blanc until finally, facing the facts, I got a taxi and went to the airport (yes a bit "perky" from the grape juice). Flew home. It was a lovely day.