I deserve a medal


For getting round Hungerford unscathed - including a race round Somerfield (where the tills went down and we had to abandon our shopping mid-aisle and race to the cashpoint), Jane's hat shop to get a new ribbon for my Ascot hat, Boots (where I failed miserably to work the automatic door-opening button) and Inklings, for the million and one cards we need in June.

Then to top off these dazzling achievements, I surpassed myself by managing get Will, James and myself, plus the Phil & Ted into the world's smallest loo. Not only that, but proceed to remove Will's loo seat, manhandle both him and it onto the loo and off again, clean up and reverse back out again. You needed a degree to navigate the corners, and all the doors opened the wrong way. My heart sank just looking at it and knowing I had no choice but to make the attempt. The consequences of not bothering were worse...but only just.

As per usual we got lots of pitying looks from the teenage staff, I felt like giving the buggy to one of them and saying you have a go. In the end decided a hot Americano and tootle to the toy shop would do.

It's no mean feat to walk round town clutching hot coffee and pushing two small boys in a buggy safely. Why hasn't anyone designed one with a cup holder? But I was fine and all well until we got to the bridge and a man had the NERVE to make a joke about 'women drivers' when I accidentally bumped into his ankle. I tittered dutifully and apologised (while privately hoping he'd fall over the side and get eaten by the swans).

Finally made it home in time to make cauliflower cheese for all of us; cleared up, washed up and put everybody to bed. Now regrouping ready to go out and buy William a pair of new shoes this afternoon.

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Lowly said…
yes....the swans would have eaten the old man because they are (from your experience) MAN EATERS! ahhahahahaa.

...and you made cauliflower cheese?
21 May 2008 at 23:14
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