On Friday, when I came home from work, my wife thought it would be fun to ask me to get some milk and bread, (apparently she had a 'busy' day at home and she couldn't do it).

So I thought I would take a quick walk to the shops, the shops are only 10 minutes walk from here. My oldest daughter thought it sounded like fun and demanded to come along, (she is at the wonderful age where everything is either an order or a tantrum). He mother warped her up nicely, and I put on a jersey...

It was cold, very, very cold... been lazy, I didn't feel like turning around and getting another jersey, (mistake number 1).

My friends in Europe often ask me, what is it like to live in Africa in winter? They don't realize that we are not used to it, a bit of a cold day, a bit of wind and we all cry like little girls. Our houses are not designed for it, our clothes are never appropriate, (either too much or too little).
And, like it or not, it does go down the a barmy 10 or 12 degrees at night, (and we are on the coast, it get a lot colder around Johannesburg), so if you are planning on visiting us... bring a jacket.

So, anyway, here I am, at the shop, with the daughter in arm, (who by now was bored and remembered that she is allowed to watch TV for a few minutes before dinner), and I got the milk, (from the fridges).
Not only I am lazy, but I am also cheap, so cheap in fact that I did not want to spend a few cents buying a plastic bag, (you have to pay extra if you want a plastic bag, it's good for the environment or something to that effect).

So here I was, walking back home, (by now it is dark), with my daughter crying because she is missing her TV slot, a milk bottle that is literally freezing each and every one of my fingers.

And to top it all... I forgot the bread.