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Today I bought red tights and black, brown and grey tights. I don't know when I'm going to wear the brown - no suitable clothes - and I don't know whether I'll be brave enough to wear the red. I'd have preferred a three-pack of red, blue and green, and a single grey, but that's not what the great consumer pattern analysts have decided on, so there I go.

It's a big, risky decision for me; they are not cotton tights, and the red ones are very red. I'm not sure. But Linnea thinks I ought to buy a little red skirt from M&S to go with them, she thinks I'd look lovely because I have lovely legs and it would be nice and bright.

I started to want red tights when I was out with Linnea; I was wearing a bright blue dress anda red fleece, and black tights and DMs, and I wanted red tights. I want red hair too. It may be PMS. Everything since about 16 September may be PMS. I'm feeling strange and volatile.

However, I was given a bunch of skirts for free, so I'm damn well going to wear them, and that means I need tights. Perhaps closer to Christmas I'll be able to buy cotton or wool ones (there were some lovely merino ones for about a tenner a pair, in exactly the right shade of grey) but I'm fairly sure synthetics will be fine for now.

We had stew for dinner, and there's enough left for tomorrow, too. And after dinner we made cupcakes, and except for my making rather a mess of the icing process, it went really well. I feel a bit unsettled now because it turns out three iced cupcakes is one too many.

I cut both girls' nails and bathed both girls and washed Linnea's hair.

Now we need to make a menu plan and a shopping list, and tomorrow I need to phone up about Mum's appointments; I think she's coming back for 26th October or thereabouts.