ClareBear
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Don't ask me why but in a mad moment this morning I decided to take myself to town to buy a couple of presents....... It wasn't so bad first thing but soon became horrible, I was hot, dizzy and achy and my bags seemed to be reproducing by themselves. 
I didn't even manage to get what I went in for but ended up with a load of junk from M&S and Boots etc, none of which I needed to get.
The worst bit was a horrible old man in Waterstones who barged into me causing a small book avalanche then looked at me all annoyed expecting me to pick it up- (btw I am massive, huge, enormous actually medically so with big baby and extra fluid etc)- and for some stupid reason I did! By this point my bags are spread sliding all over the floor meaning I needed to bend down again, my trousers have somehow worked their way down under my cold bump, my handbag is refusing to stay on my shoulder, I'm burning red and sweating cobs. When I looked at the beastly man he just avoided my gaze and carried on perusing his bloody 'Railways of England' book! I wanted to swear at him then cry but I just huffled out forgetting to buy the gift voucher I went in for!
Then it was the taxi rank queue and traffic home and I've walked into a house with this mornings washing up not done, clothes and shoes littering the floor and a half starved noisy cat mewling and tripping me and my 1000 bags of sh**e over.
The best part? Whilst feeding the cat, crossing my legs so's not to wet myself and kicking the bags to the corner the phone rings......... It's my merry O/H from the pub for his work drinks-sounds of Christmas music and cheery clinking of glasses behind him, telling me I was silly to go to town, he'd been back half day and wondered where I was!!!!. I swear I momentarily turned into the Grinch- Most of the gifts were for him or his family, in the hours he'd sat here pondering about my wherabouts he couldn't manage to wash a teacup and he'll be out for the night now having Christmas cheer aplenty whilst I clean and tidy up and wrap the sodding presents, sober! and alone!
I apologise profusely for the rant, I really do, I just had to express it somehow.
I hope that this cautionary tale might help any of you ladies make the right decision if you are thinking a small early morning shopping trip to town is a good idea, believe me-it aint.
ScroogeBear xxxxxx
I didn't even manage to get what I went in for but ended up with a load of junk from M&S and Boots etc, none of which I needed to get.
The worst bit was a horrible old man in Waterstones who barged into me causing a small book avalanche then looked at me all annoyed expecting me to pick it up- (btw I am massive, huge, enormous actually medically so with big baby and extra fluid etc)- and for some stupid reason I did! By this point my bags are spread sliding all over the floor meaning I needed to bend down again, my trousers have somehow worked their way down under my cold bump, my handbag is refusing to stay on my shoulder, I'm burning red and sweating cobs. When I looked at the beastly man he just avoided my gaze and carried on perusing his bloody 'Railways of England' book! I wanted to swear at him then cry but I just huffled out forgetting to buy the gift voucher I went in for!
Then it was the taxi rank queue and traffic home and I've walked into a house with this mornings washing up not done, clothes and shoes littering the floor and a half starved noisy cat mewling and tripping me and my 1000 bags of sh**e over.
The best part? Whilst feeding the cat, crossing my legs so's not to wet myself and kicking the bags to the corner the phone rings......... It's my merry O/H from the pub for his work drinks-sounds of Christmas music and cheery clinking of glasses behind him, telling me I was silly to go to town, he'd been back half day and wondered where I was!!!!. I swear I momentarily turned into the Grinch- Most of the gifts were for him or his family, in the hours he'd sat here pondering about my wherabouts he couldn't manage to wash a teacup and he'll be out for the night now having Christmas cheer aplenty whilst I clean and tidy up and wrap the sodding presents, sober! and alone!
I apologise profusely for the rant, I really do, I just had to express it somehow.
I hope that this cautionary tale might help any of you ladies make the right decision if you are thinking a small early morning shopping trip to town is a good idea, believe me-it aint.
ScroogeBear xxxxxx
went home ate a cream cake and watched Labyrinth!
I've been spending most my time walking the dogs in open fields and up at the stables with the horse where there is lots of open space and friendly faces 
