Where do you keep your stuffing?

Thursday, 9.30pm

Thought for the Day - No transaction through a self-service supermarket check-out is without hassle, breakdown or a call to the supervisor

Pug Status - Showing interest in the new squeaky penguin toy....

No trip to the supermarket is without its problems. Sometimes you have to park so far away that you have to catch a bus back to the store. Occasionally it degenerates into a pitched battle over the last remaining small trolley in the bay. But nothing is as supremely irritating as using the self-serve checkout when you are in a hurry because you think it will save you time....

You will normally have one item in your basket that requires supervisor override - there will never be anyone around to help, so you end up looking round desperately like a paranoid meerkat whose mislaid his car keys. You will always remember to scan your clubcard just after you have finished paying. And you will always, always be told that there is an unexpected item in the bagging area, like you've just tried to purchase the Holy Grail or the Great Pyramids of Giza. You then have to formally introduce each item to the packing belt with an air of trepidation, which makes everyone using the machines look like they are doing some elaborate form of Tai Chi....

After spending most of the Jurassic period buying a bag of flour and some oven cleaner it was a relief to finally get home. I was expecting lots of excited wuffs, cuddles and friendly nose-licks from our Princess Pug - alas, she was expecting me to remember to buy her bedtime Princess Mints so I was well and truely in the dog-house. Again....