Hmm, who could I have been meeting today in Chesterfield for a browse around the weekly flea market?
There we are, posing in the Ladies after a boozy lunch in Wetherspoons while a very kind woman took photos of us. She didn't seem to think there was anything odd about that at all, and neither did we.
It was a grey start to the day; earlier in the morning, the poor market traders had set up their stalls in high winds and snow.
But friends bring their own sunshine, don't they?
Vix and Tan perused the boxes on Joseph's stall, while Joanne tried on (and bought) a Gudrun Sjoden wool waistcoat.
Is anyone bothered about the future of Top Gear or One Direction?
No, thought not...
There is always an eclectic mix of merchandise to be found on the market.
Ballot boxes and brooches...
1950s hand-painted eggs...
annuals from the Fifties to the Eighties...
vintage games and toys...
and the biggest packet of fags in the world.
We weren't the only Seventies-clad chicks at the market today...
but I think Tania and Vix might have been the only women trying on 1970s matching maxi skirts in the loo.
And what do you know, six hours flew by in a blur of chat, browsing, laughs and gossip, and then they were gone.
But see what I mean about good friends bringing the sun?
And lovely presents from Vix too; 1970s fabric, pattern and pendant. Thanks, love!
Not much beats a day with good pals, does it?
Tomorrow, the family and I are heading to Manchester for a long weekend, so I'll catch up with you all on our return.
Have fun out there!