I woke up this morning to a rogue insistent paw on my arm. My dog is 26 kilos of perfection with no sense of personal space, so when he’s up, I’m up. I stumbled through to the kitchen to dish out his breakfast. 6am walkies? He’s not embarrassed by my first public appearance of the day being in jammies, and I’m too sleepy to care. My flatmate is still away so I made a mental note to buy some loo roll as a welcome home surprise. I should probably buy some toothpaste too; my travel sized tube that had been to four festivals this season with me is covered in a crust of glitter, and there’s probably only a couple squeezes left.
There are some things we never buy until we’re in desperate need. Laundry detergent, for example. I have never in my life bought detergent until I’m down to my last par of socks and I’ve worn the same skirt for more days on the trot that I’d care to admit. I wish I was the kind of person who remembers to bulk buy the stuff when it’s on offer, but I’m not that much of an adult. Just yesterday I gave myself a mental high-five because I actually bought dish soap before we were completely out. Oh, and tampons. Has anyone ever purchased tampons just for the sake of it, rather than in a mad dash to the chemist when their period suddenly makes an appearance? [Read more…]