Where’s my Purse?
As a busy mum of two under-threes I know how a simple trip to the village shop for a few groceries can sometimes turn into a major expedition. You have to locate shoes, coats, retrieve the baby from under the coffee table, chase the toddler to get him in the pram and so it’s easy to heave a sigh of relief as you lock the front door behind you only to realise you’ve left the shopping list behind! So when I saw another ’stressed-out’ young mum at the till in the local Tesco Express rummaging frantically through her bag and under the pushchair for her purse, I really felt for her. We’ve all been there, haven’t we? All the shopping has been scanned through the till, we’ve managed to pack it into certain bags that will make it easier to unpack when we get home and we’ve got one eye on the time as we really should have been somewhere else ten minutes ago, then, all of a sudden the horrible realisation strikes that we’ve left our money at home. This usually happens when a huge queue of equally rushed ‘I need to be somewhere else’ shoppers has formed behind us, all huffing irritably and looking at their watches (or is that just paranoia on my part?) You look longingly at the cashier, hoping they can somehow sort this nightmare scenario for you without you having to utter those hideously embarrassing words; “I’m afraid I’ll have to leave it, I can’t find my purse”. So when I saw this poor harassed mother asking if they could just put her shopping by until she could get back to pay and being told by the stoney-faced assistant that they could only hold it for 10 minutes as there wasn’t the space behind the till and the frozen goods would have to be put straight back due to health and safety, well my heart went out to her. So much so, I was about to offer to pay for her shopping myself. But hold on a second, where did I put my purse….

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