In a jam

So the reason I was on two phones at once was because I was trying to track down some contents for goodie bags, namely tiny wee pots of jam. And I found them (thanks to Duls), at the end of a long walk carrying a box, a carrier bag of carrier bags, a bag of brochures and books and my own bag. The taxi that rescued me managed to negotiate through traffic jams to get me to the supermarket where I actually giggled as I counted out 80 tiny wee pots of jam.

Manic is the only way to describe the afternoon and evening. I was so knackered I didn't pay attention on the underground and got off to early on the way home. Still, those who came along enjoyed themselves and the goodie bags looked fab.