This bloody gibberish just went on and on. On repeat, the same potato chant! My skin started to prickle, my tranquil thoughts interrupted and annoyed. All my calm relaxed happy thoughts started to curdle. I so badly wanted to chuck the bloody potato over the women's head! FFS just feed the bloody thing! Don't repeat yourself like an idiot!
Look, I'll admit it, I acted like a twat when I was a first time mum. Over stimulating my precious child and reacting to every gurgle and fart, but, now I do have to roll my eyes. I'm not very tolerant. Why is that? Shouldn't I be understanding, and just smile sweetly?
We had to move on after 10 minutes. I just couldn't stand it. The gooey eyes, the sticky mess (that was too close for comfort) and the baby talk and the nappy that was so full it looked like it contained a bowling ball!
Home. Peace. Relaxation restored.
Yum! My comfort food favourite. Mash. Especially with grilled cheese!