It's today, the American import called Black Friday.
A day of mass consumerism and in some cases buying for buyings sake. After the debacles last year some shops, the more sensible ones, are changing their 'sales' policies this year, thank goodness. Fair enough if there's something you need and you have the energy and good temper enough to brave the crowds go for it, but we won't be joining in.
The truck is booked into the garage for the repairs after Lovely Hubby's minor accident the other week, while it's being repaired we'll walk the dogs and then take them home. A trip to the builder's merchants will see us ordering the wood LH needs to make the doors for the workshop, we might even treat ourselves to a coffee while we are out, but we will not be shopping.
He got a quote for doors to be made for the workshop a couple of weeks ago, the price that came back was £2,500 for hardwood and £1,500 for softwood. He reckons he can do it himself for around £500 so that's the route we are taking. He had never made a door frame and hung a new door in it before, so he practised on the interior control room door, it worked and is almost finished. So now he has the confidence to tackle the outer doors to the workshop and he's going to go for it.
Bleak Friday ... a day to do what you normally do or just stay at home cosy and warm and wait for the mayhem to be over.