Impending apocalypse... and a new chair!

Mum and I went to the shops quite early this morning. Mum said that there were rumours of an impending nuclear apocalypse and we had to buy enough food supplies for our air raid shelter for a year. There were loads of other people cramming their trolleys high with food, but Mum managed to get what she wanted.

In the afternoon, Dad came home early from work, so he went to pick up my new high chair that we'd ordered on Saturday! Here I am in it. Mum's discovered that I haven't got the attention span to stay in it too long, but it makes a worthwhile throne for a few minutes from whence to survey my admirers.