Here’s the first version:
Nae much of interest happened this weekend. As always we went shopping. Isla hates shopping as much as I do.
She cheered up seconds later:
Friday night went a bit wrong. We picked the kids up from nursery and for some reason I decided we needed highest quality sausages for tea, and highest quality beans, and highest quality chips. So a trip to Iceland was called for. Me and Mckenzie tottered up the road, went round the shop selecting stuff. Then when we got to the till I realised I had the wrong card.
Two trips to ICELAND. Living the fucking dream.
I blame the fact I don’t have a currently functioning wallet. It’s got a great big fucking hole in it. Big enough for moths to escape from.
Look at my new purse:
It’s gonna make me organised. No more taking the wrong card to the shops. I can take ALL my cards. Isn’t it shiny and blingy. OH YEAH.