After battling to get a place on the asda carpark, battling to get the shopping and queueing 4 deep at the checkouts i eventually managed to get home with the shopping, battered and bruised.
Just walking through my front door and my mobile rings ....
Mother : " Can you pick me some double cream up from the asda, if you cant you wont be able to have Trifle on Christmas Day ! "
Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ....... Just looking for the body armour now , to go back !
