Cruising with dem Boyz

we drove to Twickenham to see my sister's new pad on Saturday. Google, the Oracle, reckoned 45 minuets door-to-door. It did not count on Clapham, Wandsworth and the twats of Sheen. (That is its official name.)

Baby B was being a total arse and decided to kick off twenty minutes before lunchtime. We gave in and dove into a Waitrose car park, where we assembled our ikea high chairs and proceeded to feed the boys in the car park. Autumn was very much on its way and poor Baby A's lips were blue from cold. baby B - smug - refused to eat any of the tripe I tried to feed him. Apart from the blueberries, of course.

Today, I worked out that I probably spend £65 a month on blueberries alone. What have I become? That is why my boots have no heels and I look like a slob.