Twitter fuels my guilt. It seems like the whole world (apart from the sexbots, men, life coaches and carpet fitters) is sewing in uniform labels and booking itself into Clarks for shoe fittings. It’s worrying about projects and colour-coordinating stationery. Actually, even the sexbots are getting out their irons. I, meanwhile, am wandering around Amazon getting dejected as I realise I now have more books out of print than in print. L‘We have to do something,’ I told James firmly over breakfast. When I say 'breakfast' please don't for one moment imagine some cosy Waltons scene around the large farmhouse kitchen table. I was yelling from bed while he was scarfing a cinnamon Danish on the stairs.
‘Get dressed and, once I finish this chapter of Lilith, we’ll attack your room.’
Aside: the book is by George MacDonald. Have wanted to read it for years and finally found it had been reprinted. Unfortunately the publisher turns out to be totally illiterate so you have to fill in the meaning on your own a fair bit. Let me just read you this from the back cover blurb, to gain a flavour (so to speak):“She then meats (sic) and falls in love with a young man who is already engaged.” Er, right.
When I read this to Adrian he laughed, in a smutty schoolboyish sort of way and went off muttering, ‘Meat as a verb eh’… Hmm. If you don’t get that, all I can say is good and that you probably didn’t share a flat with a bunch of Northern lads at university.Anyhow. I got up. Sighed sadly at my shorts and T-shirt from the beach forlornly abandoned at the end of the bed and jumped swiftly into jeans, two jumpers, thick socks and UGG boots. Yup it’s autumn alright. The August thing is just a smokescreen.
‘Right, we’re getting Neolithic on your room, mate,’ I said. James looked worried.
‘Yes, that IS way worse than Medieval, if you were wondering. Do you KNOW when the Neolithic was?’He shook his head sulkily and I rolled my eyes. ‘You’ve got a current affairs quiz when you go back to school; this is fecking ridiculous.’
His eyes brightened. ‘But Neolithic isn’t current, is it?’
‘Er, good point. Okay, how many goals did Arsenal let in?’
‘Ha!!! Losers!’ We fist-bumped and heard the distant sound of a man banging his head rhythmically on a desk.
Well, we threw the entire room up in the air and then tossed things into various mounds and then he sprayed and dusted until I started sneezing so loudly I nearly didn’t hear the postman who delivered a HUGE parcel.Uniform? Uniform! Oh yes. Thank you, gods. Or rather thank you, Tesco. Once again, bless ‘em, they’ve come up trumps. Trousers, shirts, t-shirts, Top Gear pencil case and assorted stationery. If there’s chocolate in there, I’m going to spontaneously orgasm….but no. Sadly (or perhaps fortunately, given the postman was still lingering around the door) not. There’s even a nifty notebook that says:
At which point I got quite excited (no, not THAT excited) and thought someone had finally figured it out but no, you (or presumably your child) are/is supposedly supposed to come up with the plan your/his/herself. Which is a Tall Order. And then that reminded me of something and someone else, but I’ll save that for another day…
Anyhow. Tesco. Good for school uniform. Saved my bacon anyhow. Now I only have to sort out the shoes (and I’m sure we could just cut a hole in the front so the old ones fit) and invest in the new tracksuit (this school is getting a bit FA on us, frankly, we’ll have new home and away kits each season at this rate). Which reminds me...Arsenal again...remember *that* away kit? Vomit.Oh, and because I’m all heart (and because they offered it), I could nab you a new school uniform for your child too (or, hey, for you, if that kinda thing rocks your boat)… I’ve got a £15 e-voucher to spend online for the Back to School range…and, let me tell you, you’d probably kit out a family of ten for that… So, just leave a comment (and please make sure I can get hold of you – if you don’t have a blog leave an email or, hey, your postal address and where you leave your spare key…). I’ll close my eyes and stab the screen (making sure I get it that way round) to pick a winner by the weekend.