Shoes and autre shoes
We woke up last Saturday morning (having got home from Manchester at gone midnight) and decided to grab a quick holiday while we could. We rebooked our ferry crossing for Sunday morning and set to, cancelling our commitments for the week (don't 4 year olds have busy diaries!) and unpacking, washing and repacking our things. We've had our money's worth from those suitcases!
We had a great week with my parents in Normandy. The forecast was terrible but the actual weather was great. We had 7 days of sun, sea, sand, great food, wine, rest and lie ins. Perfect.
This week has not been quite as jolly. We headed north yesterday afternoon, after my dentist's appointment. This morning we are in Skipton for my godmother's funeral and this afternoon we check into the Alexandra hospital in Manchester for Quent's op, which is at 2pm tomorrow. Once again, I will trouble you for your positive vibes.
We did manage to fit in a bit of shopping before we headed north and I have to share it with the girls out there. I thought I knew a thing or two about buying shoes, until I went out with Oakley. Apparently, the way to choose your shoes is not the fit (as our mothers thought) or the look (as we think), but the sound. Oakley found the noisiest shoes in the shop and declared emphatically "These are the ones". So please, ladies, check the sound before splashing out on your next pair of Manolos. Pump up the volume (groan!).
More tomorrow.
We had a great week with my parents in Normandy. The forecast was terrible but the actual weather was great. We had 7 days of sun, sea, sand, great food, wine, rest and lie ins. Perfect.
This week has not been quite as jolly. We headed north yesterday afternoon, after my dentist's appointment. This morning we are in Skipton for my godmother's funeral and this afternoon we check into the Alexandra hospital in Manchester for Quent's op, which is at 2pm tomorrow. Once again, I will trouble you for your positive vibes.
We did manage to fit in a bit of shopping before we headed north and I have to share it with the girls out there. I thought I knew a thing or two about buying shoes, until I went out with Oakley. Apparently, the way to choose your shoes is not the fit (as our mothers thought) or the look (as we think), but the sound. Oakley found the noisiest shoes in the shop and declared emphatically "These are the ones". So please, ladies, check the sound before splashing out on your next pair of Manolos. Pump up the volume (groan!).
More tomorrow.
posted by Helen at 8/14/2008 09:43:00 am
4 Comments:
That boy will go far. I can think of all sorts of reasons why I'd have wanted my Mum to have loud shoes!
Mostly to do with playing a superhero after lights out...
Positive thoughts at the ready.
Ben
Lots of good thoughts going your way from here, take care,
Sylvaine and Panny
In my thoughts and prayers at all times. Love to you all,
alice xxx
Spot on Oakley - the more noise you can make the better (says the couple with no kids!).
Almost finished editing the video of the road trip - although there may have to be a parent-friendly edit released not long afterwards, as there's a lot of bottoms, burps and bottom-burps in there. There's a good old rock sountrack on it just for you Quent. Expect a screening invite not long after you get out from the op.
All the best.
Ed
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