And suddenly, that’s it. Summer has ended. On Sunday I was lying out in the garden, lolling on the lawn, dog at side, book in hand. Today, abruptly, it’s autumn. My fingers are feeling the chill as I type. Yes, already. And it’s back to school. For all of us.
Autumn used to be my favourite season when I was young. I loved the fresh sparky energy of September; it was inexorably linked with new starts. Call me weird but I enjoyed the start of each school year – new books, new shoes, new pencil case. The feeling that you could wipe clean the slate and make things good. Maybe. Now? Not so much. I have shifted allegiance to spring. If you’re interested in seasonal living, check out The Natural Year. J
Meanwhile James is heading back to school. I think, to be honest, he’s relieved. And, once again, I have to extend some grateful thanks to Tesco Clothing for getting him kitted out. Actually, the whole clothing thing is a bit of a headache right now. Last Christmas he was shorter than I. Somewhere around March I suddenly realised I was eyeballing him and now he’s overtaken not just me but Adrian and is lurking somewhere over the six foot mark. Nothing fits. NOTHING.
‘It’s okay, Mum,’ he said stoically, trousers flapping around his calves, straining to do up the buttons on his shirt. I got him a gym membership over the summer and he now has more muscles than is right and holy for a nearly 15 year old. Plus he beats me hands (and legs)-down on the cross-trainer.
‘No,’ I said. ‘Just no.’
And, in the nick of time, the nice PR for Tesco sent us an online voucher and so we’re stocked with trousers and shirts. They’ve upped their game too – the trousers have been a bit thin in the past but this time they are pretty solid. Impressive. I hadn’t realised Tesco also do branded stuff online so we managed to nab him some Nike sports shorts and, what the hell, a pretty snazzy T-shirt too.
I was reading something the other day about how one shouldn’t buy school clothes from supermarkets but, for the love of God, when your child is growing like a weed (and you’re not made of cash) who, honestly, has the choice? This kit is fit for purpose – does what it says on the label, and it looks and wears just as well as other, more expensive, brands. In fact, having bought kit from both Tesco and M&S in the past, truly I can’t tell the difference.
Anyhow. I’m grateful that he’s going back to school not looking like an out-take from Oliver. Except…damnit! Clean forgot to get his blazer cleaned and haven’t a clue where his shoes are and, and…
I too am making a bit of a fresh start. Tomorrow, I’m heading off to Grayshott Spa for a week’s Health Regime. Not pampering stuff this time (sadly it’s all abdominal massages and castor oil packs rather than sybaritic loveliness) but what the heck. I’ve been sliding a bit lately – the odd bottle of wine here, the odd bottle of Kummel there. Time to get a grip. J