I need a holiday. I want three days with nothing better to do than build a beautiful garbageosaur (more like this) or seek out the enigmatic capercallie. I want to wash my hair in unpolluted rain. I want to see mountains.
But before next wednesday, I do have a great deal to do.
For anyone sitting in on that particular dilemma, I snapped and bought the cardigan (with leftover euros from Dublin!) and am in fact wearing it right now, fluffy hood and all. Some bloody wanker, sorry, "style guru" has been saying that M&S need fewer cardigans, slagging the company off in that standard male-arrogant-I-know-what-women-need way. I suppose that sooner or later his type will win and low-rise shorts in sympatex, lacy 70-denier hold-ups, comfy seamless minimiser bras, and actually giving women a choice of trouser length rather than expecting them all to wear this year's fashionable leg (by surgery if necessary) will go the way of vinyl, Doc Martens and teenage kicks.
Well, I like my Marks & Sparks cardigan. And it would be nice if (this time) my interest in a product did not result in the maniacal marketeers making sure nothing like it ever happens again.