Tight a*se

We venture out to Merry Hill today for a bit of shopping. Iris started kicking off in M&S so we legged it to Starbucks. The boy wasn't happy to pay £1.20 for two stroopwaffles and wanted to go and buy a pack of biscuits from M&S food hall for Esther to scoff back in Starbucks! I was fuming and insisted on the waffles.

On the way home we discussed his unbelievably annoying tightness for certain things when I asked Esther if Daddy was a tight arse. She replied; "Yes. Tightar*e. Tightar*e. Tightar*e." Oh how I cried! The boy wasn't impressed.

Anyway, here they are for the first time in the double buggy. Iris is a week old today.

I'm having my stitches out tomorrow and not looking forward to it. I had a look at it tonight and I look like a pork joint strung up with barbed wire!