Magnetic Poetry Kit

It all started with the parcel tape, and the attempt by his Lordship to find the end of it, when he thought I needed it to wrap up our purchases in the land of the flat pack , a thing I was only doing to waste time while he visited the little boys' room.

Never under estimate the time it takes to locate the practically invisible end and then to lever it up; never underestimate the sliver of tape that comes off initially; never underestimate the lack of patience on the wrapper's part as the paper starts to have a life of its own and unravel under her hands in the waiting, and most of all never underestimate the wrath of the tape -end -finder if he thinks he is being rushed.

Harmony was only restored over a coffee in the land of flowers, and after a solo food shop when I could browse the shelves to my heart's desire while His Lordship made his point by sitting in the car 'nursing his wrath to keep it warm'.

I can't believe that while in the land of flowers, we did the thing which I vowed I would never do- we bought next year's Christmas cards.
This is a particularly dangerous thing to do for us bus pas holders; it is rather tempting fate is it not?