Walking down to town on Sunday for our shopping. The pavement is covered with autumn leaves.
Observant remark from my daughter as she walked through the leaves. “Hey, it sounds like crisps!” Sigh.
Whilst doing our weekly shop last Sunday, I was very nearly driven to actually hitting someone with one of the items in my basket, either that or suddenly losing control and charging willy nilly into every shopper in sight with my trolley screaming my head off. (they would have come to take me away, but it would have been worth it.) There was a time when K and I were the only shoppers (well apart from perhaps one or two more) who did our shopping on a Sunday, but lately we have been joined by every man, woman, nattering child, screaming infant, and yes, even the occasional dog who now pile into Tesco’s every Sunday morning. We badly needed a cunning plan.