I get a reply to my text asking if I can drop him off in town to pick up a slide that he bought for our little bear today….
So I get in the car and hubby tells me he’s going to walk back with the slide because it won’t fit in the back of our car, even with the seats down. Hang on a minute, I think. I’ll do it. He’s been on his feet all day and I’ve been sat on a comfy chair for the best part of the afternoon!
What am I offering to do here? I’m telling myself it’ll be fine, while deep down I know it’s a daft idea!
We pick our little bear up, drive straight into town to the market where sits a ‘little’ plastic slide that actually looks very awkward to pick up, let alone carry! I get out of the car and look at it from all angles then decide that if I kick this bit here and that bit there, and if I nudge that bit round there… it should collapse. And it does! Done. I tell hubby that I can manage to walk home with it. It’s not that awkward, honest :s
I literally get out of the market loading bay gates and am wondering where the nearest cash point is. My Dad’s up to his eyes in work, our friend the ‘man with a van’ is not around and hubby is convinced that the slide needs to be home tonight. Why we can’t leave it there tonight, secure and pick it up another night, I’m not really sure. Hubby’s convinced it’ll get nicked. But I’m cold and hungry. So I decide to get some money out of the cashpoint and head to the taxi rank round the corner! Will it fit in a hackney cab? It did and I got it home and into the back garden without our little bear seeing it. In the pitch black and with some very odd looks from our neighbours.
A bit of a random night but fun all the same.