Sunday

I heard those dreaded words this morning. "We're going to the garden centre." And look what happened! It's not just the fact that I HATE going to the garden centre but also the fact that that's not the end of it. Then there's planting to be done. The park manages quite well without having to go to the garden centre.

However, as I sat in the cafe bit, hiding, I spotted a guy who has it sussed. He was there with his wife, daughter (about 2), babe in arms and in-laws. I heard him volunteer to feed the baby while they all shopped. He sat back, happy as the proverbial as they went a-roaming. And to think I didn't know what kids were for.