HIGH-FIVE. Urgh, it was a nonstop torrent of "are you really going outside like that" growing up, followed by "are you blind" and "do you have a head injury I need to be aware of". I mean, I like expensive stuff but I always get it dirty or I get the sweater hooked on something and rip a chunk of it out, blah blah.
Oh, okay! Apparently I'm visiting Gran and the rest of the Hales sometime tomorrow so I'll be around.