So other than the obvious, how the hell did this happen? 18 months ago, I was (reasonably) young, living in a (tiny) flat in London, enjoying date nights in the big smoke (Tuesdays) and expanding my mind intellectually by attending night skool (Thursdays). I enjoyed work, drank cocktails, went to the Theatre (oh, the theatre. weep.), and generally made the most of life in London. And then we decided to try for a bimp…
And then the dawning realisation of bad maths, which sends you to the Tesco round the corner from work, silently praying you won’t run in to your Boss – ‘no,no, its not for me – I’m meeting a friend, who asked me to buy it for me. Her’.
And then… The little white box has a little blue stripe in it. And it matches the other little blue stripe next door. Two little blue stripes on one big white wee-d on stick.
There are now three phrases to be used. Not necessarily in this order. And with a variety of emotions.
‘Brilliant’ (Or Hurrah. Or Finally. Or Thank God. Etc etc)
And then I told my better half.
In the Car Park. In Waitrose.
The only thing I can say is, at least it wasn’t the Fruit and Veg section.