Amongst other things today, we went to a supermarket in Ribeira. I saw it’s name on a billboard as we came in, so we turned off - apparently towards the town centre. We hit a traffic jam which cleared up pretty fast, then headed through a largely residential part of town. Then we saw a small sign which pointed the direction to the supremarket, and headed off. Within minutes we had left the town, and were heading into an area which was low rise, clearly on the outskirts . We turned back, and eventually found our wrong turn, turned down the steepest carpark entrance, and did our shopping. Luca found some Simpsons biscuits which we were happy to buy for him. We got our shopping done, meeting some very friendly and helpful sales assistants during the process and headed for home.
As we were deciding which way to go Luca set up a refrain of “can I have my simpsons biscuits” from the back seat. I told him to wait about three times, and when this didn’t make any differentce, I exasperation filled my throat and I said “if you don’t stop saying that I’ll throw them out the window”. He thought about htis a moment, then his reply shot back: “which window daddy?” We could only laugh . . .
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