raising willow… and dexter!

Guardian Angels come in all shapes and sizes. Mine today was a man, probably a tradie in his 30s, rather easy on the eye.

I had stopped at the petrol station between home and Family Day Care on the way to drop the children off this morning. I needed to buy nappies for Dexie, so after I filled up, I grabbed a packet and walked up to the counter. I assumed that my last pay from my last job would have gone in, but I was wrong and my transaction was declined. I knew that there wasn’t any money in any of our other accounts.

The person serving me asked if there was anyone who could drive to meet me there and drop off the money. No, no-one. She asked me to get my licence, so I went back out to my car. Obviously I looked rather unhappy. I grabbed my purse, phone and children. Yes, I am a bad Mummy and I do leave my children when I pay for petrol, but I have my limits.

As I walked back to the shop, a man asked me if I had trouble paying for my fuel. I was about to say no, I’m fine thanks and keep walking, but something made me say yes. I blabbed something about getting a fully maintained work car with a fuelcard next week and thinking that my pay would have gone in, but it hadn’t. Then I started crying. He strode in and paid for not only my fuel, but the nappies and chewing gum I had impulsively grabbed.

He wrote his details on the back of the receipt, so now I have to think of a present to say thankyou to give to him when I pay him back. Any ideas?

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