About two years ago I had been having an absolutely horrific time. My marriage had ended I was working a 90 hour a week job , my relationships with family had broken down , and had moved into a 2 bedroom flat from a 4 bed house so had got rid of all my decent furniture. The mum guilt was flipping enormous.
Anyway for some God only knows what reason my odd brain fixated on recovering the last bit of "me " furniture I had left....a chaise longue. (Best not to ask that sounds far posher than I actually am).
So I tootle off at 11pm on a Friday night trying very very hard to ignore the crushing loneliness and fear that the DC being with their father brought (I was still very new to single parenthood ).
I open my staple gin from Tesco's I had carefully saved up for and.....no staples. Advertised with staples... but a staple not a one.
It was 11pm and frankly couldn't afford to buy staples even if anywhere was open. I promptly over the most first world problem ever.....completely broke down and sobbed. Threw the offending staple gun. Sobbed some more, and promptly questioned my entire lifestyle choices....including taking part GCSE at 14.
To be fair that was a solidly bad choice , my stick men look like they have been in a horrific accident...but why I was sat at 37 deciding this was where it all had started to go wrong ....God only knows.
Now this unbalanced ridiculous breakdown was one thing. Noone could see me.
However in a moment of absolute ridiculousness ( I blame the internet and smart phones for this...tim berners Lee and Steve jobs have a lot to answer for) I emailed Tesco to complain.
I don't complain...I'm far too Welsh in a polite British woman's body for all that. ( figure that out if you will...basically I'm permanently celtically angry but far too worried about spilling tea to complain)
I did however fully recognise in this complaint that I was being insane, that I knew fully that I was being insane and yet intended to continue with the insanity ...especially when I requested no compensation but them to know they had ruined my evening. It was polite yet colourful.
Well when the pity party came to the point of my brain flashing the lights on and off and yelling haven't you got homes to go to, I went to sleep. I was even sober....I haven't got a scoobys chance in hell of justifying this.
Well blow me when I awoke..I had an email straight back from a very lovely manager in Tesco who apologised profusely , sympathised with the fact the world hated me and politely declined to call the men in white coats. This fabulous woman empathise and told me we all had moments like this. She had then put an order through at no charge for a set of staples to my house.
She very kindly told me we have all been there and it'll get better soon. Staples arrived and I spent the second torturous evening away from my DC making a shockingly bad job of recovering the most pointless piece of furniture (but I love it and ddog is now banned from even thinking about it).
It was rubbish but I love it.
So in the middle of the most pointless, most ridiculous straw that broke my vulnerable back...this woman in Tesco's reaffirmed my faith in humanity.
At this point Tesco's could probably steal my car , swop my chocolate for broccoli with a crackling laugh and because of this woman I would still give them 5 stars.
But it wa possibly the most ridiculous thing I have ever lost it over ( except dc1 knocking my picture wall down earlier but I sort of stand by that one because end of summer behaviour is getting really really old now )
So that's mine 
I promise I am usually sane.