2 posts tagged “shopping”
Okay, we finally cracked. Alice and I have spent months deliberately NOT buying any baby clothes, for several reasons. One: we didn't want to jinx things by getting over-excited too soon, especially before the all-important 20-week scan. Two: we weren't entirely sure what we'd need. Three: every female we know is currently knitting something for the baby. And four: have you SEEN the scrum in Baby Next most weekends? Christ.
Anyway, today we forgot all of that, and bought a bunch of clothes. Some t-shirts, trousers, a couple of all-in-one sets. That kind of stuff. And y'know what? I think I might have the taste for it. Which means the next few weeks, my PayPal account may take a battering. eBay will provide, I'm sure. And if I can't find an ultra-tacky Baby Elvis romper suit while in Vegas for CES, I'll be sorely disappointed.
Christmas was grand, lots of food, drink and family fun. We went up to Al's mum along with her sister and partner, and I took the Wii along to test this theory of non-gamers falling for its hand-wavey charms. And they did! Admittedly, the only thing I forgot to pack was, er, Any Games At All, but luckily Rayman Raving Rabbids was still in the drive, so much mini-game fun was had. If you own a Wii and haven't bought RRR yet, it's highly recommended as a party game. Way better than Wii Play, anyhow, albeit without the free controller.
Thankfully, having worked my arse off last week writing, I have no freelance to do this week, so time for going to the dump (the municipal tip, I mean, not the other kind), buying stuff, spending vouchers and starting to clear out my old office room, which is now going to be a nursery. A nursery with a Wi-Fi router in the corner, admittedly. I'm starting to think about high-tech webcam monitor malarkey, although I think Alice may have something to say about that...
Just on way back from Oxford Street, after deciding to spend a relaxing Saturday afternoon just before Christmas jostling with millions of other angry Londoners doing their festive shopping. The whole street's been pedestrianised for the day, so it's TEEMING with people. I shudder to think if they fit on the pavements normally.
Anyway, mission successful, and there was quite a bit going on, with the Evening Standard doing its bit to cheer shoppers up with enormous balloons (pictured), a stage just off Oxford Circus, and street entertainers.
Of course, for the rest of the week the paper will be doing its usual job of depressing Londoners with dreadful stories about TRANSPORT CHAOS and house prices...
Also, Habitat is much more bangin' than I remember it. They had a DJ in there and everything. See, soft furnishings and lighting is well wicked, innit.
