I went shopping today for a birthday present for a friend. Buying people presents always makes me nervous because I'm always certain that I've gotten them something crap. Also, I tend to get so freaked out that I have to buy something for me to calm myself down. This gets very expensive in October when my family all have their birthdays in the same week. Anyway, having bought the present, I spent some quality time in a book store and came out with a book for me and a couple of wind up toys for my nephew. Only, I think I may have to keep them because they are so very cute.
Also, I keep thinking my flat is on fire because I can smell smoke. Damn winter is delight to my paranoia.