21 March 2016

Things That Mightily Please Me.

Some of us just aren't meant for the high life, are we?

After a week of things that mightily peed me off, I was met instead with one full of pride and pleasing events, plus a little adventure that, perhaps, I'm not really cut out for thrown in for good measure!

Firstly, my youngest son took part in a dance show at a major theatre in Brighton.  He had a mini role as the only male in 'The Boy Does Nothing' and was like a little star amongst 15 (mainly much older) girls.  He held his own without even a hint of  any nerves and performed the splits to great gasps from the audience, which is probably the only time he's done at the right time in the right place.  Generally speaking, it's something he slips into at the most inopportune moments.

The 6yo who loves doing the splits!
And the following day, his older brother - by the far more reserved of the two - took part in a keyboard demonstration at their school, where a few of the children showcased what they'd been learning in their lunch time lessons there.  It was a much smaller affair, but I was no less proud. He seems to have a real ear for music and such a tender touch when he plays that, despite him being a beginner, it brings me real joy.

So, still on cloud nine after leaving the latter, I sauntered off to Waitrose, clutching some John Lewis vouchers I'd been given.  It's not a normal haunt of mine and I was looking forward to feeling like I was living the high life for a little bit longer.

But, honestly, it doesn't matter how hard I try to fit in to these posh places it's impossible not to let myself down.  I needed the loo half way round and had to nip round the corner to a cafe and pretend to be looking for lost sunglasses, then I ran out of parking time before paying and had to dump the trolley at Customer Services for a second time in order to pop out to the car park and chat up the assistant.

They were very polite while I explained my plights but it was obvious they thought I was one of those mad women who likes to pretend to do their shopping there and then scarpers without the goods, for which, admittedly, there is an attraction because it's like heaven in there, if one doesn't encounter the embarrasment and exhaustion generated by yours truly.

It is very pleasing, therefore, that the children seem destined for the high life.  Their mother is a lost cause!

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  1. I'm laughing at you pretending to have lost your sunglasses in order to use the loo. Here in the USA, unless is specifically says "No public Restroom" Americans just wander into shops, bars, restaurants etc. to use the loo and no one really cares. After 25 years here, I still can't bring myself to do it. My husband thinks I'm mad but it's ingrained, I tell you.

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    1. Aha. Glad someone finds it funny! We British simply apologise for everything all the time, as you well know, so I completely understand your predicament. It would be really handy to breeze through life like that - lots of upsides to you being over there! Thanks for coming by :)

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  2. I used to have the reflex reaction of needing the loo every time I entered a library or a bookshop. I think it was a result of once soiling my knickers when I was about 8, in Edgware Library which unbelievably did not have public toilets. If this happens often in Waitrose or John Lewis you need to dig deep into your past for a similar trauma. Or just remember to go before you leave the house. :) And your boys do you proud.

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    1. Oh goodness, poor you. It was only a no 1 I needed so not traumatic but as I get older, it is something that happens more frequently so I need to be better prepared. The beaches we choose to go to will be down to whether they have a loo for mum! Thank you for your kind words re the boys xx

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  3. Well done those boys.
    Your loo story made me laugh. Shame that Waitrose doesn't have a public loo. Supermarkets here usually do. I hope you enjoyed the fruits of your tokens. :)

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    1. Thank you. It's great to be led by their individual tastes - so unexpected. Your country is always that bit more sophisticated than ours! And yes, I did, thank you. We are living like kings for a couple of weeks then back to risottos ;)

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  4. Yay he's dancing - so glad after that conversation in the car!!!

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    1. Yay - hope he takes it as far as yours is doing!!! X

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  5. So good to hear about your boys showcasing their talents - you must be very proud and so you should be.
    Our Waitrose has a public loo: what a nuisance that yours doesn't. Did you ask or just rush out to the café?

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    1. Ah thank you Trish. Perhaps they'll follow in your footsteps.... It was a nuisance - not least because it took out precious parking time - but, yes, I did ask and no they didn't! XX

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  6. Well done to both of your boys for sharing their talents. How dreadful that Waitrose doesn't have toilet facilities! How on earth does anyone with small children manage to shop there?
    Stay sane Anya, I have no doubt that you are destined for the high life someday x

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    1. Ah thank you, as always, Izzie. Now you mention it I didn't spot anyone with young kids there - it was far too civilized - unless one needed the loo obvs and then it wasn't! Struggling to stay sane, really, but aren't we all? ;) xxx

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  7. Giggling away at you, you fit right in with all those posh birds at Waitrose. You need to shop at our one, there is a toilet in the shop and the car park is free! Mich x

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    1. Well now there's a Waitrose it's worth the journey for! Have to admit to being completely sold on them and they're not as posh as they used to be, so could, indeed, fit in ;)

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