As regular readers may be aware, we're looking after my cousin Eleanor's son Sebastian this weekend whilst she sweats away her size 18 figure in the wilds of Wiltshire. Anyway, the day started well and he didn't spill too many of his coco pops on the floor, I then decided to strap him into his buggy and head for the shops, which was a huge mistake in retrospect. Strangely this child seems obsessed by buses, I can't fathom out why because personally I find them a disgusting, smelly and unreliable form of transport, but he seems to adore them - jumping up and down like a maniac when one appears on the horizon.
We called into Boots to replenish my supply of concealer when all hell broke loose - he started screaming and grabbing merchandise off of the shelves and hurling it to the ground. Obviously I was embarrased but when one tracksuit clad woman came up and shouted "I've got one like that too!" I was mortified and retreated from the shop.
This afternoon hasn't been much better, he's emptied all of his toys all over the floor and we're being forced to watch enless episodes of programmes such as 'Peppa Pig' and 'Balamory' over and over again.
Father's disappared, I haven't seen him for a couple of days now. I leave sandwiches, crisps and a thermos of tea for him three times a day in the shed and take away the empties. There's a huge amount of dirt around the area and a makeshift tarpaulin over a large lump - I can't think what he's up to?
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