Hello there, its about lunch time. I have just returned from the shops, I insisted on getting my little brother to a clothes shop to buy some decent clothes. He is a typical farmers son, too scared to try anything groovy and insisting on his crappy old cargo pants and crappy jumpers and shirts. Now though, he looks really groovy and I am impressed with my selections of clothing articles, I can breathe a sigh of relief, knowing he will now look smart enough to go out on the town with his mates.
I think its an unwritten obligation for an older sister to carry out this duty, to save our brothers from their bad, or lack of taste in clothing.
Its nice and sunny outside 17 degrees today, still cold but a teeny bit more bearable.