Cripes! I thought it would be a good idea to take Diddy and The Boy to Leclerc today to buy their Rentree stuff. It’s only a few weeks away and the thought of having them hanging around my feet on this, frankly, miserable, drizzly day, was more than I could bear.
So off we went. And as it turned out, I wasn’t the only harrassed mother with the same thought! It was heaving. Family groups abound with their photo-copied lists of stationary requirements. And the excitement, pure glee and that panicky, frantic feeling that something would be forgotten or the ‘where do we start?’, at choosing, well, nothing more glamorous (to my mind) than pens and paper, was enough to think we were on a day trip to Willie Wonkas chocolate factory.
I thought Diddy was going to hyper-ventilate at one point and you don’t want to hear about the distress and ructions caused when we couldn’t find the perfect wheely-bag for her. (Actually, I do agree…who wants a brown wheely-bag (think potato sack on wheels) when you know there are Chipie varieties available at three times the price?)
I wish I could say, at least, that’s it for another year, but, unfortunately, it’s off to Bergerac for the perfect wheely-bag next week.
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