Ok. I admit it. Sometimes even the cynical moi, gets caught up in a fad. Today I did an 80 mile round trip, in horrendous driving conditions (not the weather, it wasn't too bad, but I had to change RockRadio to Radio 2...my poor ears
),all to get some doughnuts. Not any doughnuts mind you, Krispy Kreme doughnuts.
Now I'm not a total head-in-the-sand type guy, but I had never heard of these beasties before. "They're beautiful, Dad", seemed the consensus of opinion, not that any Buttcheek had ever tried them before, but who am I to argue? So off I set, Satnav on, radio on, wallet blissfully unaware of the impending loss. 50 miles later and the Butcheeks are dizzy from roundabouts that don't even exist in the satnav. Then just...just...as I prepare to swallow my male pride and ask someone directions, I take yet another wrong turn, ignore my e-companions instructions to do a u-turn, and happen upon a mass of bodies that would put a Glasgow benefits queue to shame. We had arrived.
"You go dear, and I'll find a parking space" says I. My cleverness pleased me. It shouldn't have...fate is a fickle mistress. Just as the daughter and I reached the queue, wifey just near the front, I should have known by the frantic waving that something was amiss. It was...wifey's purse was amiss in her bag in the boot.
2 dozen doughnuts later, wallet lighter, the smiles on the families females not affecting me one iota, I wonder why on earth I allowed myself to get caught up in this.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to ponder this over a coffee and the first of many doughnuts...