Hit the Roof

Well, three quarters of us managed to leave the house and go into town. We got off to a shaky start as halfway there poppy realised she had lost one of her fake nails and that, obviously, was the end of the world and warranted a huge meltdown and much weeping and wailing.
We managed to pacify her with breakfast at Bills and a spot of shopping in New Look.
We all did pretty well in the sales but by lunch time Cambridge was heaving and we'd had enough so came home for more sitting, eating and telly watching.