We needed some milk. (That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!)

Darling Wifey’s new Mini Cooper also needed some petrol. (I told you – I’m sticking to my story.)

And Little Nutter was being unusually affectionate. (Well, he was acknowledging that he had a daddy and standing near me, looking at a bit of the wall not entirely in the opposite direction.)

So I put him in a clean nappy and found his shoes, dug out my sunglasses, and told darling Wifey that Us Lads were off out to run some errands and have some Quality Time.

Little Nutter got to sit in the front seat as we set off for the petrol station – which is, as the crow flies, about 1.5 miles away. However, in a Mini Cooper, it is a thirty mile route along twisty country lanes. (And thirty miles back, naturally…)

Little Nutter loves opening windows and resting his head on the ledge. He squeals happily when we start to “travel” – *ahem* – and when we reached the petrol station he had the best hairdo I have ever seen!