Till we read (and shop) again
As Dad officially has the slowest (dial-up) internet connection in the Western World and is also slightly paranoid that TD and I will "download a virus" if we as much as touch his baby, you'll have to be very brave and steel yourself for silent days and silent nights from the retailtherapist. I know, I know, it'll be torture.
Until then - Merry Christmas (and a Happy New Year, too, just in case) to all of you. Be good and don't shop anything I wouldn't...
Purchases: Speaking of torture - last night I went to Mariahilfer Straße, Vienna's longest shopping street, for some more presents. The crowds! First I went into Butlers (they only very recently openened branches here) to buy some stuff. As the subway I had taken there would have given public transport in Tokyo at rush hour a run for its money, I decided to walk all the way up to Westbahnhof and get a tram home from there, (wrongly) assuming it to be less packed. Halfway up Mariahilfer, I passed the Müller flagship store, my bargain-radar picking up a sign announcing that all underwear and lingerie was dramatically reduced. Knowing that my maternal granny had requested some undies I went in and browsed the racks. While I was at it, I also picked up some (not quite the same style as for my granny, but the same make) for TD as well. At home, when I wanted to wrap his boxer briefs, I realised that the anti-theft-thingie (which had obviously not been "loaded" as there were no beebs when I left the store) was still securely fastened in the elastic. Great. I knew I did not have time to return to the shop today, neither did I want TD to do it. I eventually decided to declare the briefs a pre-Christmas-present and assist him with the pliers. In what seemed a superhuman effort we managed to destruct the plastic/metal button layer after layer. Cleptos beware - it really is not worth it. Just as well it wasn't one of those things with ink in it, in which case I definitely would have had to go back.