Next week is my birthday and with the children on half term and an errand to run in our nearest small smart market town, filled with trinket, clothing, food, soap and knick knack shops, I took my 3 teenaged boys with me as they wanted to look for a present.
I dropped them off and went on to my appointment and they met me when I came out, everyone was in a good mood. Great, I thought, no panicking about presents and cards (or worse still my DH sorting them out on their behalf the night before)
But, a notification has popped up on my phone from the youngest one’s banking app saying he’s spent 14.99 in Robert Dyas.
Robert Dyas…
Robert Dyas…
What the hell have they bought me in Robert Dyas?????? 