Rain, rain go away

Shopping in Leeds today, and as we drove up the motorway large drops of rain started to spatter the windshield. Oh well. Park in the Royal Armories car park and get the umbrella out of the back of the car.

First stop is the Corn Exchange to swap a necklace for Jan - the staff in Hippypottermouse are extremely helpful and friendly, and I could sing their praises. If you are ever in search of anything vaguely hippy in Leeds - Celtic jewellery, joss sticks and the like - it's worth a detour.

Next is upstairs to traveling Man, so Alicia can buy Buffy magazines, and Jamie and me can have a look at the games. The live action role playing swords are excellent, but expensive so I divert Jamie to have a look at the D&D stuff. That's when I meet the Rolf.

If you've ever been to a games convention, you'll know the type - dressed like a diplomat on an overseas posting with a panama hat, linen suit and goatee beard, and with a voice projected so that everybody in the shop can get the benefit of his vast experience. Everything I looked at, he either owns, has played or has an opinion on. I refrain from pointing out that I was playing D&D when he was in nappies ...

In the end I couldn't resist buying Munchkin, if only because Jamie will appreciate the humour of a game where the objective is to "Kill the monsters, steal the treasure and stab your buddy". Great stuff.

Sushi for lunch, and then while Jan went looking for bags we browsed for a while in Game and then made our way to Borders to look at books and have a coffee (white chocolate mocha for Alicia, iced mochachino for Jan and a Raspberry frappachino for me).

Home for a snooze, at least until Frank jumped on me and a woman called at the door doing a survey on "Micras less than 12 months old" when ours is clearly older than that. Weird ...