there are no ordinary moments - part one
morrisons, sidcup.
nope, i never expected the best thing ever in the world ever to take place there either. but a man walked up to me, proffered a box of halloween-themed mr. kipling and said:
“excuse me, i’m blind - are these cakes?”
i’m pretty sure that’s about as good as it gets and my best moment is now behind me and shall remain unbeaten.
perhaps the birth of my first child could surpass it, but only if the doctor hands me the baby with a sprightly:
“excuse me, i’m blind - is this a baby?”
