Damp Squib

Day 572 - the day Bertha blew herself into a damp squib but at least it forced us into having a chilled Sunday morning for once.

Later my patience was well and truly tested with an unruly boy in Clarks buying new school shoes, even the shop assistant was biting her lip.

Still the swim mellowed him out for a while, although I could have clocked him one whilst out for tea.

What has happened to my nice boy? Suddenly got a very silly/ surly / sarcastic sod in his place at the mo.

There's nothing left of my patience tonight but I will miss him again when he's at his dads this week.