Big yawn

An hour in Primark watching his two sisters shuttle backwards and forwards between the latest summer fashions and the changing rooms isn't his idea of fun.

I promised him it would all balance out and later when he was settled in a large sofa playing FIFA 12 on a Playstation in HMV he knew what I meant.

The retail tactics had to be employed as a decoy to make some time for Mrs Smith to enjoy a few hours on her own as she enjoyed some birthday retail therapy without the rest of us leaning against walls and tutting. Or yawning. It was bliss apparently.

Later we all met up at Bar Roma for a birthday feast which kept everybody happy.