There was nobody even remotely near it. So I scooped it up and took ds to the toy shop and bought him a giant artist's easle thingy which has a blackboard on it and some magnets on the other side and I also bought him a sandpit table with chair and cover. Both items reduced from £35 quid. I felt so guilty that I could feel it burning a huge hole in my pocket.
What a trivial post but this kind of thing never happens to me. It's so lovely watching ds he is thrilled.
Hmm, do you think maybe I am on a roll? Should I buy a lottery ticket?