Doh!

Yes, I know, the ethics of supermarkets are well dodgy, but I had just spent an hour in Asda tonight, buying £97.89 worth of 'stuff,' including loaves of bread reduced to 0.01p ('whoops!') and a pair of black boots for £36 (looked about £80). When the girl had rung everything through the till and packed it all into bags, I had a flashback of Hugh playing with my purse earlier today, pulling out the plastic cards and the 'moneys.'

And, no, of course he didn't put it back in my bag. Of course not. He left it on a corner of the living room carpet, just so I could feel like a feckless dimwit in Asda. And it was one minute to ten and the store was closing and the poor workers had to put it all back on the shelves.

Ah well, the moon was gorgeous when I drove home. Just under a full moon, or just past. I can't tell - if it's waxing or waning. Lovely anyhow.

Husky

These are the last few weeks before I introduce Tess to the joy of baby food, so she's still waking 3 or 4 times a night to drink milk. I'm feeling cumulative tiredness from the broken sleep. I caught a cold and a really husky voice. While reading Hugh his bed time stories I sounded like Bonnie Tyler with the 'drunken' drawl of Dylan Moran.

Marks and Sparks

A friend once commented that Marks and Spencers was full of, 'wives zipping their husbands into wee fawn cardigans'. It made me laugh. I was in M&S yesterday and I saw one school boy standing in his socks and underpants while his mum rustled a pair of polyester school slacks over his pale hips. Not in the changing rooms. On the main floor, close to the wide screen TVs, the bras and the leather sofas. Aww.

I went to Clarks to see if I could get Hugh's feet measured but the wait time was going to be 20 minutes. It was back-to-school-bedlam. I said no way José.

-C