On Tuesday my friend Rachel came to visit. We decided to walk down to town for lunch and a bit of shopping. I wrestled Noah into his coat and told him to choose which shoes he wanted and then climb into his buggy. He was messing about and I finally got him back into the buggy, got my hat, coat and scarf on, grabbed my bag and we left.
Ten minutes later, in a shop, Noah starts bleating, "My trainers!" I look over only to notice that I had completely forgotten to put the poor child's shoes on. What a dolt! So he scored a new pair of shoes (luckily only £7) because socks only? In February? Somehow just not warm enough.
