Being a Trout, I hate shopping. I’m indecisive by nature (so get stressed with too much selection), I hate dithering (so get stressed by my own indecision, and detest bimblers), don’t like parting with money, am ashamed to ‘consume’ so much (in terms of goods – I’m greedy too, but we’re not talking about food, here) and would rather be tramping up a green and brown hill than a grey pavement. Don’t even start me off on talking about my fellow pedestrians..!
Oh all right, quick mini rant on pedestrians. Why oh why oh why can’t they come with brake lights or indicators? It’s difficult not to walk up someone’s heels, or rather, push a buggy up someone’s heels, if they stop suddenly, or change direction just as you’ve manouevred yourself and a heavy double buggy and baggage into a bit of space. Trust me, when I get going with my little entourage I have the turning circle and braking distance of the QEII! And on that note, don’t go expecting me to manouevre round you. I don’t really care if your corns and high heels are killing you, unless you are infirm, very old, or have a heavier load than me, *you* give way to *me*. Nowadays I enjoy the passive aggression of mutely stopping the buggy and stubbornly refusing to steer around when meeting head to head with some daft bimbo/himbo who’s too busy admiring their swishy hair or spotty complexion in shop windows to step out of the way. When I’m walking about town on my own (yep, that once-a-year experience), I get out of everyone’s way. But I absolutely will not rip my stomach muscles even further apart by unnecessarily pushing a heavy double buggy (12kg) plus a 10kg baby plus a 17kg toddler plus bags plus stubborn 18kg minx. Grrrrr. Maybe *I* should come with a horn. A big juggernaut air-horn.
And breathe. I shop only when I have to (ie it’s cheaper to go get my necessary goods myself). To be fair, though, today was ok. Only Maxi Minx was in nursery today because Midi Minx declared, “I not feelin’ vewy wlllll”. She was still exuding ectoplasm-goo-snot and had a bit of a pink eye, so I decided she could come cheer me up around my local town. Well, she left her inner minx at home and was a Very Grown-Up Little Helper all morning. Perhaps she was so chatty and giggly because we could actually hold a sustained conversation without being interrupted by Little Miss Chatterbox (Maxi)? Whatever the reason, we’d a very productive zip round town, in and out of the 10 shops I had to go to (don’t ask…). We made each other laugh, she made her baby sister laugh, we blethered and the boring torture that was shopping went very quickly.
Best bit of shopping: zipping round ASDA with Midi stroking Mini and cooing, “I love you, Baby Sister” while Mini blew a 20 minute razzberry, pausing only to inhale.
I couldn’t praise her good behaviour any more, so stopped for coffee, scone, tiffin, apple juice, breadstick, breastmilk (guess who had what?) at the local incredibly baby-friendly cafe as a special treat. Well, that and the fact that Midi was going on about, “I HUNG-gry!” every few seconds from 1000hrs. I don’t know why – she polished off 3 bowls of Cheerios, 4 beakers of milk and a banana for breakfast (the resulting poo this afternoon would have embarrassed an elephant. It poked out 2 sides of the potty, FGS!)
The other part of today that was a lot of fun was checking out all the bulbs bursting into flower in my grey back garden. I need to post photos. I’m tickled pink that we have a single snowdrop (yesss!!) as well as one mini iris and a few pots of crocusses. Best of all, the rhubarb crown I bought last Autumn and thought had rotted and died has burst into vibrantly-pink life. Thank goodness I was too lazy and disappointed to dispose of it.
D’you what I reckon has really made me feel so good today? THE SUN SHONE!! Gosh, I’ve missed it!