An interesting tag part 1

And I'm meaning for the word tag to be understood in both its English and German
meaning.

Tag = Day

And yesterday was an interesting day. Not interesting good but interesting
bad. I had an awful day mostly due to hormones and 'women’s problems' but then
decided I could no longer put off the dreaded trip in to town to buy shoes and
trainers and all the other little things needed for school on Wednesday.

Big mistake. Or should I say mistakes?

Mistake number 1 was going in to town. Full stop.
Mistake number 2, forgetting to charge my cell phone and not finding out
until I was in town and unable to make any phone calls.
Mistake number 3, trying to use my visa card. I should have realised
that the new pin number I requested from my bank, which arrived a few days ago,
wouldn't work with my card. That it was actually for Richards’s card. Not that
he requested a new pin, or in fact that the pin that did arrive was actually
still his old pin.
Mistake number 4, trying to phone the bank to get things sorted upon
which I discovered mistake number 2 and therefore had to resort to using public
telephones! How much have they gone up in cost? Two phone calls and £2.50
lighter in my purse later only to be told that they issued the pin number
incorrectly and would have to order me another one. "Hello?" - this
is me, just as the pips were going and no more change in my purse to continue
the conversation, trying to find out if they actually are going to order a new
pin, for the correct card?
Mistake number 5, thinking that 4:15pm is a good time to go to Clarks and get the shoes and trainers
needed for 3 children. Cue a three quarters of an hour wait, a child, not mine
I hasten to add, adding screaming/tantrum sound effects for 1/2 hour of that
wait (why, oh why did it take his father over 1/2 hour to come to the
conclusion that seeing as this particular child didn't need shoes perhaps he
could take said child outside for a bit?). Suffice it to say by the time I
actually got served, had bought shoes that none of my children particularly
liked, the shop had officially been closed for over 15 minutes and we had to
wait for the security gate to be lifted in order to leave.
Mistake number 6, bribing my children earlier in the day with the
'treat' of having McDonalds for supper if they were good during our shopping
trip. The last thing I needed was a trip to McDonalds but a promise a promise,
or a bribe is a bribe.

I mellowed during the evening helped strongly by a couple of
fermented/distilled drinks.

Today has been better, if only slightly. Trying to find some quiet time and
prayer I was twice interrupted. First by Royal Mail, a nice interruption as it
brought my Ali
Edwards idea book, and the second time by Jehovah’s Witnesses. Both before
9am!

The day did get better and I managed to get in and out of town, with 3
children in tow, relatively unscathed and with all the necessary items returned
and/or bought. Phew. Roll on tomorrow...