THE Shit...

A shopping trip into town, confined to a buggy, whilst I um and er over items cannot be much fun for a toddler.  I find bribery is a good way around this.  My particular small person has a penchant for fresh orange juice, through a straw (diluted of course) and chocolate cake.  The first place I tried did not have any chocolatey stuff (wtf?) so I trotted up the road to the Museum Street Cafe.  Empty places always make me suspicious so I had low expectations. 
The (I think) owner welcomed us in, was apologetic about me not being able to pay by card and assured me it would be fine to pop out AFTER we'd eaten and get some cash.  Blimey!  When does that ever happen?  After more apologies re; the lack of any fruit juice, he cut us the biggest slab of chocolate and beetroot cake.  It was so bloody good.  The guy ended up letting me off 40p so I didn't have to trog up the road and back to the cashpoint.  Unbelievably brilliant.

We had our work's Christmas meal and I had a really good time.  I was able to watch other people make utter twats of themselves instead of being one myself.  At least I think that's the case.  I suppose I should wait for the photos.

Just SHIT...

I have decided that Ricky Gervais' 'Life's too Short' is only funny when Warwick Davis falls out of his car.  

I hate almost all Christmas songs.  Even 'Fairytale of New York' is wearing thin.  To anyone about to call me a misery-shut it!

I love my phone.  It survived being flushed down the toilet.  I occasionally let my daughter watch Sesame Street clips on it.  MISTAKE.  I left her on the sofa watching Katy Perry sing 'Hot and Cold' with Elmo, whilst I popped into the kitchen, and on my return found her watching the 'California Girls' parody with that leathery old man throwing shapes in nothing but a blue thong.  Quelle horreur!