Today my mum and I went on an outing.

I safely deposited the lovely Nik at his new place of work and trip-trapped my way over to Bluewater.

We shopped like proper girls (arrived at ten, finished at 4, yes, 6 whole hours!) Invested in two delightful Monsoon dresses for an upcoming wedding, three pairs of equally delightful shoes, two handbags, two pairs of earrings, a set of bracelets, two pashminas and some hairclips. I have never spent so much money in one day, thanks to my dad for my birthday present, it almost covered it!

Having stopped for much required sustinance at around 4.15pm we decided to head home. I walked Mother to her car park only to find the car absent. Now, having lost a car before at Bluewater, we wandered up and down, up and down, up and down. No sign.

After talking to car park attendants and the concierge it became quickly apparent that some nasty idiot had in fact stolen her car.

I am incensed to be perfectly honest.

The police speculate that it being half-term it was kids on a joyride.

If any child I have ever taught did something so selfish, so thoughtless as to leave someone stranded in the middle of nowhere,let alone take someone else's property, I would be devastated.

As if poor Mother hasn't had enough to cope with lately. Now this?!