Having skived off yesterday, that meant we had rather a lot to achieve today, and the easiest way to achieve it was yet another trip to M’hell. I’m not sure whether we went last weekend, but I’ve now had 7 days all of which I’ve driven up the M1 some variable distance, and I have another 4 at least coming up, I’m not impressed.
Anyway, got sorted this morning quite bright and early (for us) and managed a small amount of paperwork before heading out and making it to Clarks by 11.20. According to Emma, our fitter, leaving it an extra week had been an extremely good plan. Today we walked in and didn’t have to wait at all, it wasn’t like that last week. Both the children have done that growing thing again, and Big has now reached the milestone of adult sizes – her first size 1 today. Small doesn’t seem that far behind at 10 1/2 either! Unbelievably, she had shoes in, that fitted the children and that we liked! This may be some kind of record, and set me up to think maybe this was going to be a really good shopping trip 😉
Popped into M&S to finally spend the last two years worth of Xmas vouchers from work. Got two pairs of trousers for work, which seemed kind of poetic really. Do need to focus on tightening up around the somewhat flabby midriff that I have atm, but I’m hoping that swimming and brisk walks will go a long way to sorting that out and not worrying about it otherwise.
Next stop ELC to browse, and Big started to get a little emotional. Actually, that’s not true, we’d had some emotion in Clarks as well, but I thought I’d headed that off. Disentangled ourselves eventually and on to the new Primark, via a quick pitstop at the model shop and another wail 🙁
Looking back, I should have seen the danger signs at that point, and I should have stopped for lunch. It must have been about 13.00 by then and well past eating time, which probably was contributing to the emotions running high, but I didn’t realise and we continued on. Which meant that by the time we’d found and tried on clothes for Big, the two kids were at breaking point, and that’s precisely what they proceeded to do :(. Small wailed pretty much throughout the next 10 minutes of grabbing food and going to the toilet (no, the food didn’t go to the toilet, it waited outside with Tim) and Big wasn’t a sight better. So we cut and run at that point, feeling more than a little frazzled and ate Greggs food at home when we got there.
Once home, I retreated upstairs to deal with more paperwork (some into recycling, some shredded, some for the rubbish and a pile for filing) and Tim departed outside for more digging and raking. Went out and started to find the frame of the greenhouse under the bindweed – it’s completely rusted through in parts and I took most of a green bin worth of bindweed and brambles out as well. So the end of the garden is beginning to look loved, and you never know, we might manage to sell this house at some point.
And now the kids have been dragged off upstairs, I’ve had medicinal chocolate (I’m afraid for my own sanity I’ve glossed over yet more tantrums) and I’m wondering what to eat properly this evening. Think it’s going to be sweetcorn and rice in some design or other, and a relatively early night, as I’m shattered. As usual.
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