The trolley was wonkey

It was. I went to Blackwood with my mother yesterday, and we went to the ASDA there. There was a trolley, on its own, by the door. And rogue trolleys are always bad news.

My mother said, "Get that one!" I said, "No! Rogue trolleys always have wonky wheels." She ignored what I said, and got the trolley. It had a wonky wheel. I was not amused, for it was I who had to push the trolley.

The highlight of the trip to Blackwood, though, would be the fact that I finally got shoes! I've been meaning to get new ones for quite a long time now, yet only yesterday I got them. Better late than never, eh? I got Skechers. Yeah, aren't I cool. They were £55... and I had to ask for the other shoe. On the box, it says "Please ask staff for other shoe". They took the shoe out of the box! Silly people, making work for themselves. I mean, I know it's for "security reasons" (in other words, the staff can't be arsed to see if someone is walking out of the shop with their shoes), but they're just making more work for themselves. They've got to catalogue the shoe, and then they've got to find the shoe, get the shoe, and put the shoe back in the box. Idiots.

This week looks to be a busy one. I've got Welsh to do, in which I've got to write a five-minute long speech about Saunders Lewis. I plan on doing that today. Then, I've got to write about a character in A View From the Bridge. I intend to do that today, too. The rest of the week, I'll be doing art work. I need to take some photos first, though. So I'm doing that after school tomorrow.

I've got some stuff to do now, though. Which means I've got to stop blogging.
I realise that I haven't blogged about Art properly. Fear not, I shall do it later or tomorrow. =]