It's the largest Lingerie Department in Ireland, so I hear...

It is July - still a good week away from August. How comes it, then, that a traipse around the high street found a grand total of one pair of girl's size 5 sandals, and they were very expensive and really, really ugly? Couldn't bring myself to buy them, even though the nice Clark's man had done the measuring - they really were horrible and it's too hot for Autumn shoes. Bought a little pair of Converse style ballet pumps as Madam's summer shoes instead. £3.50 in the Next Sale! Woo!

I then proceeded to attempt M&S for sandals and ended up having a brain fail of much magnitude. There is one lift in M&S. I've used it several times before. It very clearly tells you what floor you're on. I had to go from the 2nd floor to the ground floor to get out. I get in the lift and press the ground floor level. Lift goes down. I put headphones in. Lift stops, two old dears get in, I get out, walk around in the direction of the exit. I suddenly realise I am amongst not the food hall of the ground floor, but the big knickers of the 1st. Cursing my stupidity, I turn around and call the lift again. There are already two people it it when it arrives, going to the 2nd floor. I ride with them to the 2nd floor, they get off, I hit the 'ground floor' button again and chat to Vi about getting it right this time. Lift goes down. Lift stops. Doors open, no one in waiting to get in. Still chatting to Vi, I walk out, take a few steps out and only realise I'm back on the fucking 1st floor again once the lift has gone again. At this point I'm positive that I'm being toyed with, like a character in a psychadelic 60s drama, or a tripping-out Daffy Duck. This isn't what is actually happening. What is actually happening is that I'm an idiot. I turn around and call the lift yet again, only to find it going up to the 2nd floor for a third time. Somebody gets on and wants to go to... yeah! The first floor! Woo! I am so very sick of the first floor by now, and it worries me that it took quite so much concentration on my part not to get off there yet another time, but to stay on instead to reach the fabled Ground Floor. Took about ten minutes to get out of a bloody shop. Eejit.

And then in Sainsburys I managed to get stuck behind a woman who insisted on packing her own shopping bags, which she did at the speed. Of. Mantle. And then realised she had to pay, which she did just as slowly, then stood for a while staring at her receipt while I rolled my eyes, Passive Aggressively.

Beautiful day today, though! I nearly made myself pass out blowing up Vi's paddling pool this afternoon and she had a good old splish about in the garden.

I suddenly had a weird flashback this evening, remembering Fun Filofaxes. I do believe that I had one. Why? Why the fuck did a little kid have a filofax, with pages full of useful information like Canadian National Holidays, the British Monarchs since William the Conquerer and a map of the London Underground? I have an abiding memory of Blue Peter teaching us how to make one out of flocked wallpaper or some Godawful 80s shit pretty much every week. Seriously - can anyone explain to me why we were supposed to all find these so very invaluable? Or were we all just emulating the contemptable honking adults who carried one, in which case I might have to invent a time machine, go back to the late 80s and give my 9-year-old self a smack.

EDIT - that's a good emoticon of Eric for 'Hot'! Look at that Bicep! Aah, the artists liked to spoil us ladies every once in a blue moon...

Another question for Rollercoaster

Oh wise and mighty F-List, I burn fatted calves and sweet smelling oils at the Oracle of your TNG knowledge once more...

Basically, I want to make a brief reference to Tasha's daughter (Sela, is it?) in a chapter I'm writing at the moment but it's been at least a decade since I saw any of the episodes she was in... all I need to know at present (apart from 'have I got her name right,' obviously) is whether it's feasible that Tasha would know she was alive - I don't know whether her father snatched her from Tasha, or might have done a switcheroo with a dead baby, or whether Tasha gave her up... Can't remember. Thoughts?

And Tasha had Sela on the Rapey-Planet, right? So she'd have been really very young when she got pregnant... right...?

I know I could look all of this up, but I find it more interesting getting thoughts from fans because there's often more than one layer of truth in the stories many characters have to tell.