Sandcastles and dinosar wellies

This isn't really my story, it's my partners, as it was his dream. But here I am writing about it so I guess you'll just have to hear it from me second hand as it were. He told me this morning as I woke up  (very slowly, he is a morning person- I am not) …

Dinosaur hat

Morrison's baby section, lovingly placed opposite the self service till which I frequent regularly now interups what used to be a calming and enjoyable lunchtime sabbatical. When I'm getting my lunch it never fails to find new ways of stabbing me in the tender spot where my heart is still trying to stitch itself back …