I had a lovely weekend with my mum in Queensferry doing the garden and catching up on the family gossip (my 19 year old cousin is having a baby, which will be interesting). I took a photo of the bridge this afternoon that was going to be my blip for today then we went via Asda on the way home and as it made me laugh I thought I'd share.

As Asda now sell everything in the world, I decided to buy a bra with my shopping. All perfectly fine until I got to the till, where I was served by a young man in his early twenties. The bra didn't have a tag, so after holding it by the hanger and peering at where the tag should be in horror for a bit, he called customer services 'can you come to my till I've got a problem with a thingy?' Another young man appeared and after a lot of faffing and both guys turning red they managed to find the right code. The next problem was the big half marked price sticker, 'has your thingy come through at the right price?' Which luckily it had. My helpful till man went red some more then I managed to finish packing my 'thingy' and walk away before bursting into laughter. Surely a bra can't be quite that scary?