Update

Hurting. The end.

Made an amazing discovery today: food shopping defies the laws of physics since it both sucks and blows at one and the same time. It has the ability to transform one happy-go-lucky toddler into a stroppy parent-beating neanderthal, and to increase the blood pressure of afore-mentioned adults to such dizzying heights that one wonders why Tescos do not have St. John's ambulances on stand-by in pretty much the same manner as amateur football matches or organised sporting events do. Food shopping also has the ability to completely cripple me since my hips nearly packed in on three occasions and had the unborn not been using both feet to push my stomach into an unusual hexagon shape meaning I had to stand with an overly straight back to avoid unnecessary internal laceration of my uterus I think I would have slowly hunched over, inverted in on myself and melted into a pool on the floor. And in case I haven't made this case perfectly clear I shall reitterate it one more time: I hate food shopping and I hurt.

There.

What else... nope: "I hurt" pretty much sums it up....