The Yogurt Incident

Alice has a breakdown in the shop over yogurt. I'm forced to temporarily abandon my after work shopping expedition to carry a screaming child outside, past what feels like hundreds of disapproving eyes. Back at the car Alice is inconsolable, and very angry. It takes more than half an hour before we're friends again. The lack of newly foraged food causes us to raid what is a very bare freezer. It's only my second day and Alice is clearly winning 2-0. I consider it a small victory however that I didn't give in and buy the yogurt which I know she never eats, even at the price of having to eat an old frozen sausage with macaroni. But its exhausting. I've just spent two hours tiding the house and picking up a smashed plate covered in ketchup which splashed up the walls (thanks Alice). Tired? Right now I could lay some zeds for Britain.