Big Scary Dog!
2007-08-15, 10:30 p.m.
Third day of my holiday.Still haven’t actually achieved anything much.
Still raining. Some of the washing which was on the line had come half unpegged and was trailing round and round in the mud. *sigh*
Treacle wasn’t feeling very well this morning. As you can see, practically at Death’s Door
so Jooj and I went into Chigley to try and finish of the ‘back to school’ shopping. That’s never fun, is it! Its all new uniform for both girls this term as they’ve both changed schools. Now Jooj is in the seniors, there’s a bit more pressure on looking cool but still staying within the constraints of the uniform list. So far we haven’t managed to find a navy blue skirt that isn’t “Way Mank, mum!” and the only one we found which was even halfway acceptable had an elasticated waist. Surely they’ve never been a hot fashion item have they? Unless its on the under 8’s. Also couldn’t find any shoes which didn’t double as ballerina pumps. As she’ll be riding her bike to school most days, she really needs something a bit more substantial but there just isn’t anything about. Unless you count Clarks, and at upwards of £40 a pair (yes, that really IS $80!) and about as much style as…as….well, something very unstylish, I just cant do that to my child.
I remember my last year at my posh private school. My dad bought me a pair of Clarks lace-ups for school. Even tho I was 16, I cried. On the way home from school on the bus, I stopped off at my boyfriends house. He had friends visiting from his school (the local comp). If the boater, blazer, satchel and knee socks hadn’t secured my place as Queen of the Fucking Freaks, the Clarks lace-ups did it. The other kids were goggle-eyed with horror. Even my boyfriend suggested I go home and change before going to his house EVER AGAIN.
Jooj and I popped into Tesco on the way back from Chigley – Jooj had expressed an interest in eating hummus for lunch as she’d had it at my Sis’ house last week and really liked it. Im all for her eating stuff which isn’t pre-packed and full of crap AND I’m trying to teaching her to be a bit resourceful so we bought some chick peas and tahini and when we got back home I set her to work with the garlic squisher and a lemon and the food processor and she made a bloody good job of it. We didn’t have it for lunch but we did dip our pizza crusts in it at supper time. Yum!
Treacle was feeling a bit better after lunch so we put our wellies on and went for a walk down the river.
As we were walking down the hill towards the footpath, a big dog ran out of one of the gardens. It ran right up to us (well, it ran right up to Jooj as I was hiding behind her. Yup. I hid from a dog behind my 11 year old daughter). Just as I was starting to panic….it ran away again. Jooj said “That was weird. It just ran away.” Then she carried on walking. I was looking over my shoulder for about the next half a mile.
The riverbank wasn’t as muddy as I’d thought it would be. As we walked along, I pointed out items of interest; big spider web, funny shaped dog-poo, elderberry bush (we ate some. Then we said “Yorrr muzzer was a hamster and yorr fazzer smelled of elderberreeeez”* to each other for a bit. Then we had a good sniff of the elderberries to see what they smell of. They don’t smell of anything, Except, perhaps, elderberries)
Now BFs come home from the pub, so Im going to drink some whisky and maybe smoke a little joint, then Im going to go have me some sex.
Later
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