Guilty as sin...
I had to stop at the local Co-op on the way to Binland this morning to buy some guilt food for the husband (more of this later). The store is on a busy, narrow road, and getting back to my car with my purchases, I had to press myself up against the car to avoid getting wiped out by a White Van Man (who, by the way, should have been wherever he was going by then as it was 8.15am). As my tummy squished against my drivers door and I squeezed my buttocks to make myself even narrower, I decided that turning to face the car was probably immaterial at the moment. It's likely that taking my current 'six months' pregnant' stomach and my ample behind (with or without buttock clenching) into consideration, I might have been less vulnerable had I faced him head on. Mind you, this didn't take into consideration the husband's 'guilt food' I was talking about. For the second weekend running, I won't be at home, and shall be leaving the husband and t