replenishments

Now that the wingpiglet seems comfortable with the idea of being strapped to my chest and taken outside it's time to start integrating him into some of the normal tasks his presence impedes the execution of but not the need to execute. Getting a rucksackful of juice used to be a ten-minute job back in Newington but the greater house-LIDL distance and slower walking speeds possible meant that I barely made it there before they closed. It was much easier to feel like I wasn't overwobbling him on the way back with eight kilogrammes of juices and milks balancing the four kilogrammes of infant on the front, though the bag-loading process is much slower when making sure heads and elbows remain sufficiently far apart.