Argh. You know it’s going to be a bad day when, amongst other things, you don’t have enough milk for breakfast, or perhaps more importantly for my coffee. The thing is that for most people this isn’t a problem, pop around to the milk bar and grab some to tide you over before shopping. Great idea but when you live on a new estate there ain’t no such thing as a milk bar which means to go and grab a quick tide-me-over is more like a military operation than a nice stroll. It involves locking up the house, getting three kids inside a car, driving to the supermarket, getting three kids out of the car, traipsing three kids through a supermarket for one container of milk, getting three kids back in to the car, driving home and then finally be I’d able to have breakfast or make a coffee. Thirty minutes minimum.
A shopping centre is being built just a few minutes walk away, but it would have to be the slowest construction of shops on record. So while I wait for them to finish I’m going to have sit here and contemplate having a black tea. As I said, it’s not going to be a good day.