We are on the way back over to Kettering to see Aptitude for her birthday. With our usual organisation, we have to stop and get her card and present on the way. It’s not like we forgot her birthday; we have been reminding each other about it for the past two weeks and we even decided pretty much what to get her as well. It’s just that we didn’t actually get around to putting plans into action.
So, we pull up in the carpark and Hub jumps out by himself.
“Hold on,” I say, “aren’t we all going in?”
Hub says it will be quicker to go by himself on the grounds that he knows what he’s going to get and I don’t. I have to concede the point as, one games console game is much the same as another, in my opinion.
So I wait with the winsome foursome in the car and just hope that it’s all in stock and that Hub doesn’t have to choose a last minute substitute, because his track record on the present-buying front have been a bit shaky. Not that I’m saying that there aren’t some people over the age of 5 who would love a battery-powered rodent, but just none that I’ve met personally.