Got any ID love?
I know I was supposed to come and do a photo post from the weekend, but I need to resize the photos to post them here and I’m terminally lazy. I’ll definitely get round to it soon, I promise!
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this here before, but a couple of months ago I was asked for ID in my local “friendly” Co-op while buying a bottle of wine with my shopping. To put it mildly, I was absolutely raging! I have been in that shop almost daily for the past year, and have bought many a bottle of wine there (hic). The old hag woman who served me is the same woman who has served me every day for the last year, but suddenly, on one cold windy day in September, decided that I look under 21 and was not to be served alcohol. I left my shopping on the checkout and walked out, and went to Sainsbury’s instead. I fired off a total stinker of an email wondering why every other day I must have looked every one of my 32 years, but now I’ve suddenly lost at least 11 of them? Anyway, I calmed down after a few days, and have never been asked for ID since. UNTIL TODAY. Same old hag woman, “do you have any ID on you love?” ARGHHHHHH. I virtually threw my passport at her (the paranoia the last IDing incident caused has not left me, and I carry it everywhere now) and spat out that I’m still 32. I am so angry at this stupid woman, she knows I’m over 21, absolutely knows. Her bosses and supervisor serve me no problem when she is standing right next to them, my friend just started working in there a couple of evenings a week, and actually said to her about it (in a jokey way, of course), and still, she asks me for ID today. I really am taking it quite personally. Not a happy bunny today about that at all.
And breathe.
Here’s a Callum-ism to balance things out. I have a new mobile phone which The Boy is not allowed to play with, so I normally put it up on a high shelf so he doesn’t get his grubby wee mitts on it. I had been transferring some MP3s to it last night so it was lying on the table beside the laptop, and he was hanging around me looking really uncomfortable. (I actually though he needed a poo!). He eventually piped up with “Mummy can you put that phone in your pocket please?”. I asked him why, and he said “Because I really really want it and I might pick it up, put it in your pocket so I can’t get it”.
After the howling laughter from me subsided, I was actually quite impressed with his willpower. He knew he wanted to grab the shiny gadget and play with it, but knew he wasn’t allowed to. He knew his limits and that he wouldn’t be able to resist it for much longer, so wanted me to take temptation out of arms reach for him. He really is an incredible wee boy, he amazes me every day. (I did let him press the button to take a photo while I held it as I felt so sorry for him after that).







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