We hit the shops because I needed to buy umbrellas. On Wednesday I had sent the big boy in to school with our last one, and of course it didn't come home.
Me: Where's your umbrella matey?
He: I left it outside to dry. When I went to get it, it was gone. I saw it flying away. It nearly toughed the sky!
So, arriving at the massive undercover parking, which was very busy, I stopped when I drove past a car leaving. Trying to reverse into the spot (yep, I'm challenged in this area), I noticed two cars waiting behind me, and thought too hard, you have it. Then drove around the corner and scored a spot right next to the door!
I ducked into Kmart and grabbed all manner of wet-weather gear (it didn't rain like this in the burbs) and wandered to the very other end of the shops to eat cake and tea for breakfast (pumpkin and ginger- quite good actually). Sitting down a group of four older folk drinking cappuccinos out of shiny red cups cooed at that gorgeous baby I carry around. Then I realised they were saying He's lost a sock love (she's a girl. I like to dress her in blue to confuse people). So I retraced my steps and I found the sock! How lovely is that, especially when it was a hand knitted pair.
I ducked across to Lincraft to grab some sewing supplies to make some gifts, and saw some cool clear umbrellas. You can never have too many I thought, and grabbed one with a red handle (big boy's favourite colour). When I popped it open, it is the kind that comes down over your shoulders- awesomeness! So I walked in the rain, baby girl close in her sling, protected in a lovely acrylic bubble. It was a delight.