5 hours sleep, in two phases. Decided to go to reclamation yard in a nearby town to purchase fire surround. After haggling with Steptoe we secured a nice one for a good price. We even saw a church pew which would have looked great on our back decking, but, alas, it was sold. Probably for the best as I would have tried to sleep on it!
Decided that as we had not been to a supermarket in 24 hours, it was high time to visit one. As I was carrying Charlotte by hand, Stuart dutifully followed me round with a trolley. Once we got to the checkout, I decided that we in fact needed an industrial supply of rich tea biscuits (dont ask me why). So off I trundle trying to secure some. I picked up 3 packets, which is no mean feat given the fact that I had to pick them up and balance them one handed. The problems started when I tried to walk back to the checkout. My trousers had started falling down, as I did not have a spare hand (could not drop the baby or the biscuits could I?), I had to develop a unique waddle shuffle, just to get to the end of the aisle. By the time the end of the aisle was in sight, the trousers were well below my hips (thank god for a good bikini wax a few weeks ago). So I tried ever so casually to sidle upto the checkout, as if its natural to have ones clothes hanging off whilst a baby clings to me, marmosette like. I decided that after all that, it would be inappropriate to make eye contact with the cashier! I do hope I dont end up on some CCTV outtake show.
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