In my day...

Day one of my retirement and I was still in my pjs come 11am... Already I have turned into a lush!

Went off and brought two thermos cups, matching ones each for me and mother, plus a thermos suitable for soups etc. I can hear Julie cackling now as she reads this! But I don't care. When I'm sitting with the wind in my hair (ok that's a slight exaggeration as I will probably be sitting in the car with the window only wound down a margin), but when I'm sitting in the car watching the wind whipping up the waves or whatever, I can sip my green tea in comfort. I do have the picnic gear for champagne as well I'll have you know, but on my retirement budget, I can settle for green tea and a cup cake!

My beef for the day is the same as I have moaned about before and that is people using disabled bays in the supermarkets who aren't disabled. Though I am tempted to kick them hard in their shins or chin them with my oxygen unit and disable them. But then I would have to get used to eating porridge for a couple of years.
Today there was a young mum who pulled up next to me and she smiled at me as she got out her big flash old car with her baby, saying that all the mum's and baby bays were full. I believe that she thought she had every right to park there, as shopping with a baby is hard work.
Oh pleeeeeeeeeease... Lordy I used to bike to the shops with Dwight strapped in the baby sit and carry the shopping bags on the handle bars pushing the bike back from the shops, plus being eight months gone with Oliver. Or if going into town on the bus... yes a bus... I'd have a folded up buggy and a struggling Oliver under each arm, hanging on to Dwight with one hand and the bags of shopping in the other. No wonder they all look like designer mums nowadays... Light weights!

Well I am off to the cinema and I'll see if I can do my grumpy old woman act in there.

Lots of love Debbie x