Not only did I not buy any fabric on my third trip to Adelaide in a week, but I didn't even go to a fabric shop.
I know. I'm a massive disappointment.
But it was a lovely drive home, once I'd distracted Mum with an illegally downloaded movie. Seriously, unless you distract her, she whinges more than the eight year old.
There is something worse than a small child saying "are we there yet?"
A woman in her late 40s saying "I'm bored now. Are we there yet?"
(I love you Mum)