Up early, gameplan - to go shopping.
Now I have all my presents, all wrapped and ready to be distributed. then yesterday a friend let me borrow a book that she had, The Selfish's pigs guide to caringby Hugh Marriott and after reading through a couple of chapters realised it would be an ideal book for my mother, who is the primary carer for my nan. It is a lighthearted look at caring, written by a man (obviously) who cared for his wife when she had Huntington's disease.
So we head into town.
As we pull into the parking space there is smoke coming from the bonnet of the car and a burning smell.
OMG panic.
Hubby does, what most men do, gets out scratches his head and looks under bonnet where there is water pouring out of a tiny hole, so tiny you can barely see it if it wasn't for the water pouring from it.
Great thinks I.
Great he says, not to worry we will soon have it sorted.
Ok but cannot help but notice ppl staring as they walk past.
once in the shopping mall (posh name for a total dump) we do our weekly business of swapping money over into household account to pay bills, and head for breakfast.
So tell me, why in a big department store do they never have change for a £20 note? I only wanted £7.00 change.
After lots of confusion and lots of scrabbling around for money we sit down and discuss plan of action.
Simon goes with Nigel and gets my pressents and Richards and I head off in opposite direction with Richard so he can buy a present for his brother and dad paid for by me.
We have two hours to do this, longest two hours of my life!
IN woolworths bumped into a friend paid for our purchases and head off for a much earned and needed cup of coffee and chat.
Meet up with Nigel and Simon, swap children, Simons turn to get pressie for his father, and hour later we are sorted and head out from a crowded shopping center, where people are being pig ignorant and more than one fight has broken out to go to halfords to buy some Radweld for the car radiator.
Come home, and now there is wrapping to do but it can wait for now I cannot be bothered. I have ordered a couple of more items of the net, plus the book that I couldn't get in town and now I need to get ready to go to a friends house for a christmas drink.
I feel fat, tired and don't want to go.
But she is a friend and we haven't seen each other for a while and I know she is off to Ireland soon so this will be the only chance we will get to meet up before the new year.
Off I go to get ready and find some trousers that don't make me look 7 months pregnant!!
