May you be the sort of person who forgets to shop online until your cupboards are bare. May you find yourself here, frequently, despairingly, with sad sense of the justness of fate. May you be forced to wrestle your youngest and sweet-talk your eldest into the trolley every time, and those times many. May they … Continue reading Curses for your worst enemy
There I stood, hovering in front of the Tesco trolleys in a corner I'm sure they've designed as a wind tunnel, rummaging through my handbag for a pound coin. Because I never have one, do I? My pound coins go on apple pies from McDonald's and as many caramel Freddos as I can stuff in … Continue reading First I had children, and now there’s weird crap in my handbag
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'RIGHT', I said, picking McSnottyBaby up from his fourth banged head, 'that's it. We're walking to Tesco'. This is because, if you hadn't noticed from the frequency of Tesco references on this blog, going to the supermarket is the cure for all our ills. It gets us out of the house. Henry gets to sit … Continue reading This Week on Oxford Road: OpenHand OpenSpace art centre
Hey, look what I found in Tesco the other week: Clothing at Tesco, here. This season, Tesco have discovered in themselves a mania for shift dresses, which is rather convenient. Not only do shift dresses scream 'stop talking in my library, madam' like nothing else, but the neckline and hemline are my all-time favourites. You can downplay … Continue reading Librarian style: playing the Tesco roulette
Remember that time we went into hospital for the weekend? Apparently, we never officially left. Until this morning, when a lovely doctor from the Royal Berks' children's clinic looked us over and discharged us. She was really pleased with him. Yessss. Henry Jeffcoat, get your no-longer-yellow behind out of that door and back about your … Continue reading Say it with cheese
Why is having sunflowers in my house a recipe for instant happiness? Do they remind me of van Gogh (and hence incredibly wonderful art and the Musee D'Orsay and being in Paris)? Or is it just because they're so cheerful? Bless you, Tesco, for selling them half price.