jizmarmots

Nov 26, 2013 20:39

J's school shoes have fallen to pieces. Bleagh. It happened on Friday so the weekend involved the expedition to Clarks, where we found that his feet are now the same size as mine and larger than the shop stocks. We now have to be measured in store then order on line. The shop is 25 mins away on the motorway. Humbug. J has had to attend school in totally-obviously-not-school-shoes-miss with a grovelly note from me. At least they were mainly black. I could have sent him in in orange suede trainers.

I'm trying to find the positive sides:
We can share shoes (because 9 year old boys and 40 year old women obviously have convergent tastes....)
J spends most of his time in wellies, riding boots or crocs depending on whether he's at the yard or the dojang.

I was told off at the stables 3 times on Sunday too. I turned the hoss out with 2 other hosses in the manege. She was too far from them in the pecking order so they picked on her. M tied up her pony by the bridle and put her pony's boots on upside down and I hadn't checked them. I hate being told off.

And, the dog had had diarrhoea when I got home from work last week. Through his cage, all over his bed, on his toys, all over the hallway. S was in London, I'd just got in with the kids and had dinner to cook. Jizmarmots.
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