Great news on the ‘test group’. I can’t wait to see how people react to the product, it will be so insightful.
Ahh.. Crosby Beach. I love those sculptures, they’re so eerie but incredible.
On the flip side I thought I would share my nightmare of a day!
This could be long and drawn out, but I am going to keep it short and sweet.
After negotiating with Ben over the car for the school run, I drew the short straw and ended up taking Byron by bus. A novelty of course for him, but a carefully orchestrated morning avoiding the usual mishaps (i.e. Byron arguing with me over a Spider-Man T-Shirt, plus he decides today is the day his shoes no longer fit, so then proceeded to stomp up and down the corridor screaming until I folded and let him wear his UGG boots on a beautiful 25 degree day!). Anyway, we got out the door which is no mean feat.
Of we set on our way, and both of us hop off the bus and within three steps Byron starts whining “Mum can you carry me into school, please”. Don’t get me wrong, he’s nearly blinkin’ 4 years of age, and normally wants to chase me, but I decided to cave in and picked him up, bouncing from one arm to the next, juggling school bags, handbag and laptop and to be honest I probably looked like a women possessed as I reached the school security gate. As soon as I stopped to negotiate the child proof gate, a horrible wave of poo smell surrounded us and I quickly put Byron down to find a big dog turd hanging off his shoes, and worse still caked across both my legs!
PANIC STATIONS & SUDDEN REALISATION:
I have a 9:30am meeting in the city and I am going to smell of a toilet!?
Thankfully Byron’s teachers usher me in, and proceed to run around me like the scene when Annie gets taken to Warbucks mansion (the only thing missing was the cheerful tune). Within minutes I looked like I had wet myself, and was getting concerned that I was going to bring a woft of poo to every meeting I had locked in. Total nightmare.
Anyway it certainly was an awkward bus journey, with my heightened senses on alert, watching out for any sign of strangers looking around inquisitively. Well, they didn’t, thank the lord. And by the time I arrived in the office, my trousers were dry and I had regained some level of respect!
NOTE TO SELF: Never, ever, ever let Byron convince me to carry him again!