To understand the signifiance of the following, you first have to understand that I am not genetically wired to shop.
Question: So what do you do when you’ve had a really dreadful warping experience and it’s the last day of summer holidays?
Answer: Take your daughter to the city for a little retail therapy. Hey, it’s still cheaper than counseling….
For me: new comfy winter clogs and the next series for the end-of-the-day-aaahhh-cappuccino-moment; for Kate: comfort bath fizzies and new dollhouse animals; for Alex: his last school book (don’t think he’ll be happy about that!)Postscript: Before you get too sympathetic about the shortage of goodies for Alex, he was not suffering at a birthday party, busily filling his system with every type of sugar-sucrose-glucose-sweet-tasting-stimulant known to boy.
