We popped to the supermarket on our way back from today's drive. Rather naughtily we parked in a parent and child extra-space-for-pushchair spaces near the entrance (in our defence your honour, the car park was quite empty and there were loads of extra parent and child spaces).
And then it hit me. Oh. We should have been parking there. George might have been here by now. And so I hung on to Ray and cried a bucketful of tears before wiping my nose and going shopping.