Girl Lacer had (another) party to attend this morning, this time a football party starting off in the park, so I drop her off and as the park in question was close to the shops, when the mum is child-free, the child-free goes shopping. I did, actually and justifiably, need to go shopping, as I needed some new jeans (after my old jeans developed a hole in an embarrassing place) and there was a new Fat Face store opening today. Now I’m not that familiar with the Fat Face brand but oh when I walked in, Mrs. Lacer’s clothing heaven, I’m going to be basically kidding myself I’m a twenty something until I hit 50. I love relaxed, slightly hippyish clothes. So I found a new pair of jeans in Fat Face (baggy boyfriend fit style) and they were £10 off, yipee. They had some other gorgeous stuff to, I particularly liked this blue linen dress but it was a bit expensive and although Mr. Lacer had sanctioned jean shopping, he wouldn’t have approved expensive dress shopping (oh how I’d love my own money again). They also had some lovely shorts but I thought I could probably get cheaper shorts elsewhere, so I spent the rest of my shopping trip looking for those (shorts had also been sanctioned). I am very specific about my shorts, they’ve got to be beyond a certain length, as although I may dress as if I’m still in my twenties, I am realistic I can’t get away with short shorts anymore (could I ever, beyond the age of 12?). However I looked in Gap (came out with three T-shirts for £12, they’ve got a special offer on), Marks and Spencer and John Lewis and it was all short shorts, shudder. Guess I shouldn’t have thrown out my shorts last summer that made me look like an American tourist (sorry any American readers, I’m sure most of you wear really nice shorts).
I then went and picked up Girl Lacer from the party, which by now had moved onto the birthday boy’s house. I walked into their garden and everyone was naked, well ok, the children were. They had one of those water slides out. Girl Lacer was being relatively modest and had put her shorts back on. But it was a case of “Oh, ok then”.
Now back home and Girl Lacer is being a wee bit over partied (she’s had three parties this holiday) and just generally holidayed out, thank god school starts again tomorrow. We walked in and Mr. Lacer and Boy Lacer were playing Lego Star Wars on the Playstation. Girl Lacer is now playing with Boy Lacer and is not liking playing dual player with him, so she keeps on asking him leading questions like “Do you want to stop playing?”, as although Boy Lacer is getting quite good at moving round the screen, he’s not very good at doing the tasks and he likes making Han Solo jump off tall ledges, repeatedly, and if they walk past a sliding door (of which there are obviously a lot in Star Wars), Boy Lacer thinks it’s a lift and insists of going in it .