Your daughter lets out the hugest, loudest fart while sitting on your lap on the train, and you know that a large percentage of the passengers are going to assume it was you.
The same daughter empties the contents of your handbag, and the rubbishy looking white card you don’t bother to pick back up turns out to be the ticket you need to get out of the multi-storey parking building. Which you don’t realise – until you try to get out of the multi-storey parking building.
Simultaneously, you discover the car parked tightly alongside you is a Maserati. Now, on top of the back-wrenching faff of shoehorning two kids into a three-door hatchback, you also have the worry of denting a fifty-squillion pound sportscar in the process.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I present a snapshot of my day today.
