Another Day...

...another bunfight. This time a trip to Newbury in the torrential rain; wrestling with double buggy, rain cover, tons of shopping and grumpy offspring. It would have been relatively quick and painless had I not made the fatal error of going into Laura Ashley to get a spare duvet cover for William in honour of Great Uncle David's impending visit this weekend.

I got to the doors and found them shut - teeth gritted the only way through was via the time honoured and highly technical (double) buggy-reverse and then, if successful, make a break for the lift without knocking anything twee over. So far so good until we got upstairs to find the entire boys section buried under a heap of boxes. Fortunately the lady in the shop was very helpful and found a lovely train patterned duvet which William approved of. Having paid we turned tail and fled, leaving a trail of white, fluffy towels, linen throws and a few random scatter cushions in our wake.

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Anonymous said…
UK Godmother here.
Just been updating myself with your blog (naturally trying to see what our godson and his brother have been up to and how many mentions do the godparents get...all good entries of course), it is also reassuring to see that all children drive their parents mad or at least to having grey hair prematurely....you'll know where I'm coming from with that comment!(Mr Holmes).
I should be doing the ironing, I know it's nearly 11pm but I can at least oggle Jonathan Rees-Meyers while I'm doing it. Perhaps not quite the same as Colin Firth in spandex but Medieval tight will do. With reference to a previous post....we are still painting the house, did someone mention summer?
Sonya
12 September 2008 at 22:51
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