THIS POST IS NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH. IF YOU ARE IN ANY WAY FAINT-HEARTED, LOOK AWAY NOW.
I'm still feeding Sid. I know, I know . . . you can't tell me anything I haven't thought of already. There it is. The frequency is much reduced, generally to weekend mornings, but last night she asked so damn' winningly for a feed that I crumbled and agreed. Now, because her feeds are so few and far between, I can never remember which side is next, but Sid usually can. But it had been quite a while since the last feed, and Sid was stumped. So she looked at my chest, saying
'Eeny, meeny, miney, mo . . . .'
OK, I'm done with the oogy stuff. You can start reading again now.
In Other News, I had, and inflicted upon two innocent little girls, the most beastly afternoon. I needed to go to Mothercare to buy vouchers for Beri's teacher who is going on maternity leave. As Claudia Mae was to spend the afternoon with us, I thought I might take the two girlies to the in-the-middle-of-blimmin'-nowhere superstore, buy the vouchers and treat us all to lunch in a local cafe. Good plan, until I realised that the directions I had been given had missed at least one roundabout, and before I knew it I was crushed - crushed, I tell you - by traffic in deepest Southall, with no option of turning around. We were in the car for nearly two hours before finally pulling back into our forecourt, sans vouchers, sans lunch, sans patience, sans everything. The girlies fell on their lunch like the wolf on the fold, with zero time to do any playing before the school run. You'd think I had done more than my share, but as I didn't get the vouchers I have to do the whole thing again tomorrow. At least it will be with a different little friend, and I plan to go to a different Mothercare.
I'm doomed.
Prof Pickford
7 years ago
3 comments:
Don't go to the MotherCare in Watford.
Don't.
When Liz was heavily pregnant with Tabby, we went there to stock up. Much of our baby stuff having been dispensed with prior to NZ. So there I was, with a pregnant wife, in mothercare and one of the staff tried to chat me up.
I'm not sure if I can think of a more bizarre place to go on the pull... but staff? Did she really think she might get lucky? Was it some obscure sales ploy? I don't know, but she did open a new till when I joined the back of a long queue, so it wasn't all bad.
I think Claudia had a great time. Just being with Sid is good enough for her and if she gets to have a ride in the car and catch up with 40 winks at the sametime - even better.
Oh you poor thing. Any good children's CD's on board? If so can you please recommend, as with my new CD player there is only one, the Barefoot Books Princess Tales, and if I hear the story of the Mountain Princess (Turandot) one more flipping time I will have to retreat to my own private mountain too - the mountain with the exclusive over-priced hotel where you sit in a room with white walls and listen to the silence while being (silently) massaged with oils of rose and bergamot and (soundlessly) sipping Ridgeview Merret Bloomsbury 2004 (Waitrose, £18.99). Actually, just going to Waitrose again would be nice...sigh.
On the Sid thing - snorted with laughter! You two carry on as long as you both want to - go Sid!
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