Sep 13, 2006
Back To School
School started again today for my son. He’s been away from me for almost the whole summer. He got back on Sunday, so on Monday and Tuesday we went shopping to get school supplies and replacement bits of uniform (2 shirts, swimming cap, rain jacket…£78!!! Harrod’s Fricken School Uniform, innit?).
Yesterday, we were buying black school shoes (£39!!) and trainers (£32!!) and the woman serving us asked if we were brother and sister. She thought I was his older sister.
I am 37 and my son is almost 10.
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This is a good thing, right…?
Like when the man at Spar ID’d me for a bottle of wine and then said it was just a precaution and that really he knew I was over 30… from under 18 to over 30 in one fell swoop, and all I said was “what part of my face looks young, is it the beard?”
Speaking as a man who serves the public, let me let you in on a secret: sometimes we like to mess with you.
Of course it’s a good thing… and I know I look (or come across as) younger than my age, but that was just silly. Still I ended up buying the shoes. :-\
Harrods! What’s wrong with the bleedin’ Coop, then?
Psst! Fancy a toffee, little girl?
The only place I can get things for his uniform is Harrods. I *do*, however, cheat and get his trousers at M&S, £12 for two pairs, Teflon coated. Lovely.
Swimming cap?
I know. Gay.
It’s because you *really* don’t look your age. I would have tagged you as much younger than myself.
I am *not* jealous about this.
Honest.
And nowt wrong with swimming caps. Spent half my life in the bloody things.
If there was ever a post worthy of an emoticon for ‘Aaaaaaaaaah’, this would be it.
37? Bloody hell. You really don’t look it. That is Gppd.
A finger of fudge is just enough to give your kids a treat, apparantely.
Time for some kip. Le yawn.