Monday, 2 July 2012
The Travelling Toilet Roll
Trying to pry it out of her clutched fist was futile, screams echoing across the valley to Lincolnshire no doubt. After catching an old couple eyeing me suspiciously as I tried in vain to shoe horn her into the car while still clutching the loo rolls, I decided just to concede we all take comfort in different forms. That pack of 9 has been dragged round the village, play group, the station, the post office. Everyone is giving me odd looks.
The comfort for Grace is quilted.