Poppet and I were having a lovely shopping trip after school. I thought she deserved a little treat in the middle of her Year 6 SAT test week so we did the usual places - Claire's, Clintons, charity shops - and she hinted, wheedled and downright bribed her way to quite a few treats. I am such a sucker.
Though I'm feeling a bit down myself this week as Pickle is away from home on a school residential trip for the first time ever. He had a teensy wobble about it the morning I schlepped his case into school for him, until he saw all his mates and the double decker coach and started planning all their shinnanigans. I barely got a goodbye in the end, sniff. Still, retail therapy is a powerful tool...
So, there we were, girlie shopping, however Poppet did deign to accompany me into the Post Office, which was surprisingly kind of her. Until she asked very loudly in the middle of a very long queue:
'Why are you wearing the same thing as yesterday?'
I gave her a loaded look, indicating she should kindly zip it, lock it, put it in her pocket. But she went on to comment, at a similar volume and now accompanied by a huge grin,
'You'll really start to smell if you wear it again tomorrow.'
Yup. Cheers shweetie. Just my luck to go in at 4pm when there are only two windows open and I have to keep up the eye-contact-avoidance for a full ten minutes before being served.
Anyway, I suppose I should take the hint and rotate outfits a bit. After all, I secured a new job this week (Hurrah!) and the 3 to 6 year olds I will be working with will no doubt be just as free with their opinions if 'Miss' keeps turning up in class wearing the same thing.
I went to the school for some practice last week, just a small reception class of 26... Oh boy, what a lively lot! And very low chairs, I am going to have buns of steel after a term in that classroom.
Speaking of buns, I must add my new skills to my CV before I forget. My lovely doggy had to have an operation on her knee this month. She didn't get the full bionic replacement but there were pins and grafts and other unmentionables involved. Plus some very extensive shaving. I reckon the guy with the clippers was a frustrated sheep shearer in disguise because her entire leg was nude. Naturally she had to wear the cone-collar for a fortnight to prevent her from pulling out the stitches but sadly it also meant she couldn't scratch the re-growth round her butt area.
But I could.
Mummy to the rescue. Now there's something for the Post Office queue.
Mothers; Know your limits...
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