Day 1 in Stirling

Visions of me in a cafe with a fine pen, my leather dragon note book, and a big mug of milky tea (bag in) after a fresh, hand made lunch of baked something.. This was how I pictured lunch time.

In a fresh town, with some verity, and what do I do? I panic, sprinting into the nearest Subway. I'm not happy with my self.

Food resentment after foodpanic. Ace Ventura: Pet Detective 

Thus was my conclusion to a day spent out in Stirling. I didn't want to pay 16.00 pounds(30 dollars) to go in a castle I'd been in. The gift shop where I knew there would be lots of post cards was closed. So I wandered to the canons and beheading block, sat, with the intention to write before my fingers froze and I felt the starts of the hunger pangs which haunted me for the rest of the day. 

Further down the road I went into a yarn shop but the people there had a sort of surly look about their faces, or I felt that way. 

"WHAT IS THIS PLEB DOING IN OUR YARN CASTLE. DOES SHE THINK THIS IS WHERE THE PINTERESTS COME FROM???" Were my thoughts. My mom called me stupid for thoughts like that and in retrospect I think I agree. 

I found a fabric store further up. (JESUS ONE PROJECT AT A TIME WOMAN!)

I'll avoid it. I went in a mall and felt like I frowned at too many people. Until I found the book store (Waterstones for you Cool Canadians)where it had lots of my Favourite things (BOOKS). There were some Everest ones I looked at because Will subjected me to the mass dying upon the biggest above water rock that was the 2015 movie Everest. We have 20ish something of the John Krakauer(Which I read often as crack head {sorry John}) books for much cheaper in the used book store. There were lots of Canadian books in the Best Seller Section. Yay Canadians (sorry). 

In Waterstones I also discover, then confirmed in Castle Gift Shop (the one with out postcards). Camping cups are hip, daddio! Those metal and enamal ones from your old childhood camping trips have made a return, with hip new patterns on them, and frankly, after last year's flirtation with tea pots of the same making, I am going to be hardpressed not to bat my eye lids, lift me skirt and be seduced by these stylin cups. 

Buuuuuuut I have too many mugs. Well  I've given Will too many mugs and he had nearly 8 to 9 of them already. I have 3, the tomato recipe soup one, the couple one and my Group of 7 mug (REPRESENT {sorry}). I suppose.... I could get ride of some of them some how. Or! I could hide it, all sneaky like in the Kitchen.

How can I deny my favourite beverage a nice place to hang out in? It would be like denying myself clothing in the firdged winter...How can I? How can I not?