Its the kids birthday this Monday,

So obviously her birthday is taking up the whole weekend.

Starting with tonight.

The dreaded sleepover party.

Which obviously needs the sort of snack order that would make Willy Wonka worry about our collective sugar intake.

The thing is, this oversized snack shop took place last night.

While the child was distracted by guides.

We went around three local supermarkets.

Yes three of the flipping places in 90 minutes.

There was a stock issue in Sainsburys that kinda led to a mad dash… but any way

Walking through the dark Tesco car park, I was thinking about the last minuteness of it all, and remembering why, in the past, I’ve took a week off work on the lead up to her birthday.

Promising myself to plan better next year. (I won’t)

And remembering I need to grab something from the car boot.

I reach for the boot, pondering plans for next year,

And I realise, the car boot isn’t opening.

I give the boot an annoyed pull, before I realise there are more than two blue cars in the world.

I duck down, dashing into our car.

Barking at the good lady wife, we should go.

Like really go.

My explanation as to why I’m acting like we’re late to pick the kid up, when, you know, we’re not late, but in fact I’m worried that someone maybe worried I@m trying to break into random cars seemed to get a cry of laughter in my face.

A Thank You for the laugh.

And then further laughter, when I realised that my run away from the car, probably made me look 100 times more guilty.

Remember.

Lock your cars kids.

Just in case I’m around, and confused about what our car looks like.

Again.