Goodnight and GoodMorning.

Cake040

Cake039

Well yes, after a day spent in the palace of shopping that is the Trafford centre, I have spent too much money and distressed my son with my willingness to get a little frenzied in Selfridges Food Hall. Poor thing woke up happy as a pig in muck (which is I think a rather apt description of my house at the moment) and has gone to bed white as a sheet and thoroughly appalled by a Mummy and Daddy too busy stuffing themselves with sushi to spoil him rotten as he has come to expect...

His urge to consume has kicked in. From the horrible question he greets my mum with,  (What you got in your bag Nana?), to the fact that he cannot pass anything remotely like a toyshop without nearly climbing over my head to get to it, and then demanding to take anything and everything home with him, the child is an advertisers dream...

I wasn't going to be one of those Mothers.

He wasn't supposed to be one of those kids.

But then perhaps the sight of me having kittens over the scrumptiously, delicious new Lisbeth Dahl line at Selfridges wasn't setting a particuarly good example.

Must stop spending money I haven't got...

On My Wishlist...