

Ha! How we laughed.
So Karen had been beavering away, night after night, sewing and sewing, inorder to complete her first batch for the shop in Newcastle (NI) that had very kindly placed an order (and paid upfront!). Really lovely shop, lots of nice stuff. The lady that runs the shops wasn't going to be there until after two on that Saturday so we thought we'd head off to the extremely beautiful (especially on that gloriously bright day) Tollymore Forest.
All was going well: Picnic lunch packed; boys on good form; plenty of time to get there; the order nicely packed into a large black box. Off we went. Lots of chat. Isn't it great to be delivering the order on time? Nearly there...an hour's drive later...the order...er...
She hadn't put it in the car. Ultra-super-triple *@%*!
Karen: Uber, and I mean UBER, pissed off er...displeased.
"I'll ring my Mom, she'll bring it over", says Karen, "that's it". Ring, ring. "Mom, where are you?"..*@%*...she's in Newcastle.
So off I go. Karen and the boys set off into the woods to join the squirrels, I set off on the road, back home. Then back to Newcastle. Still, order fulfilled and one happy customer. Apparently, she sold an apron that afternoon.
[OK, Karen made me edit out the swearing. And washed my mouth out with soap.]