The Second of January is a really great holiday, celebrated, as far as I know, only in Scotland. After a late night at New Year, New Year’s Day is a write-off, and the Second arrives like a welcome tonic. How does the rest of the world cope going back to work on 2 Jan? I hope I never have to find out.
This year, I ventured hesitantly towards the sales at Ocean Terminal straight after New Year. After some fortification in the shape of lunch, Wiseman and I perused a couple of shops (literally a couple. One each). I found some very nice jumpers at £13.50 in Fat Face, which I considered long and hard over, before a cursory glance at the label made up my mind.
I wandered back outside to where Wiseman was waiting.
“Couple of really nice merino wool jumpers, mate.”
“Didn’t get them.”
“Hand wash only.”
“Ah.” Wiseman nodded knowingly. “Single use only, then. Either that or you’ll have to get married.”
“Yeah. And that would end up costing me a lot more than £13.50…”