I made a bit of a prat of myself in the shopping centre yesterday. Ruby and I went to spend our birthday money and vouchers which was very nice (I’ll post about that tomorrow – probably – I’m not very reliable!) and then on the way out of the shopping mall we had to nip into the supermarket. Just as we were getting near the entrance to the shop I was chatting away with Ruby but out of the corner of my eye I saw a tall man with dark hair (streaked with little silvery bits) and a beard and for a millisecond I thought it was my Dad. Of course, it wasn’t, it was just some random chap who on closer inspection looked not very much like Dad at all and of course, my Dad is 10,505 miles away, but for that teeny, tiny second I was really excited.
The disappointment after that teeny, tiny second was huge and I burst into tears (not noisy, sobby tears, I specialise in breath holding, runny nose, red eyed tears!) Ruby looked at me in horror (it’s never nice to see your Mum cry and it happens so rarely that it makes a huge impact!) and when I explained what had happened she just held my hand and kept walking – nothing else to be done.