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Yesterday I took Nico shopping for new school shoes after his dance classes.  We returned with:
  • a grey snood with soft fake fur lining for me
  • a sparkling purple hat with yellow stripes for him
  • a fleece-lined grey hat with earflaps and a rainbow space invaders stripe pattern for me
  • a new dressing gown of incredibly soft fleece for him
  • new Peppa Pig slippers for him
... oh yeah, and a new pair of school shoes.

(The first three items were from the local charity shop, which I sloped off to while he was in class, which is possibly cheating.)
rmc28: Rachel standing in front of the entrance to the London Eye pier (Default)
I spent a large chunk of yesterday morning engaged in pointless primping boosting the local service economy, while getting a lot of reading done. Results can be seen below:

Blue streak

In the afternoon Charles and I went shopping for his Christmas presents to his grandparents: in practice I selected plausible options for each person and asked him to choose which he thought they would like best. The money came out of his pocket money and we talked about how much each item was (they are all small and inexpensive). We'll wrap them together, once we've also found something suitable for his father. Separately, Tony will help him choose something small for me. It all seems a bit silly until I think of it as Lessons In Choosing And Giving Gifts.

My father made a flying visit for a few hours in the evening where we ate lots of Chinese and talked a great deal (so unlike us, I know!), and he gave me a small edition of Emma by Jane Austen. It is inscribed:

To CEC
From C.E.C.
With L.O.V.E.

from which we conclude it was given by my paternal grandfather Charles Edward Coleman to my grandmother Cecillie. It's now my turn to look after it, perhaps until my Charles is old enough to appreciate it.
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Friday: Met the neighbours, they seem very pleasant and friendly which is a good start. Shopping arrived from Waitrose, the main bathroom toilet had a fault I couldn't fix but could workaround and I zonked out quite early.

Saturday: Went to see Louise for Izzy's birthday, except Izzy wasn't there. We arrived in time for a late lunch, bringing West Cornwall Pasty Company goodies with us. Far too hot, but if anything Tony was more bothered by it on the journey than I was. Louise and I talked lots about her plans to move to France, and also about the baby, and all of us lazed in the heat until the evening when there was a barbecue with the neighbours and friend and Sarah was persuaded to join us.

Sunday: Went through Louise's trunk of baby and children's clothes. We sorted out a bagful of useful stuff for the new baby to come to Cambridge, the rest of the usable stuff to go with Louise to France for baby to use on visits there, and the usable children's clothes put away until later. I need to ask [livejournal.com profile] indigopeony about courier duties again. The bag includes a sling which seems to fit Tony quite well as far as we can tell without a test baby. It doesn't fit me at all because of the bump. The bag also includes a tiny hat and matching mittens which were crocheted by Louise for Tony and which he wore on his first ever day in the world.

Then I left Tony to spend time with his mother and joined [livejournal.com profile] clanwilliam, [livejournal.com profile] angua, [livejournal.com profile] mrscosmopilite and daughter for an afternoon's sari shopping in Southall. I had vague hopes of finding something workable for the two weddings in July, but managed in the end to find three beautiful salwar kameez in giant size for really not huge sums of money. The shop concerned claims to specialise in larger sizes. If I have a complaint, it is that I only got occasion-wear and could really do with some simple large cotton kameez for work in this weather. Obviously we have to go again sometime ...

I managed ok in the heat, drinking plenty of fluids, but I was really very tired by the time we got back to Cambridge. Tony met up with Karen and I at King's Cross and [livejournal.com profile] saraphale was so kind as to pick up Karen, and dropped me and Tony home while at it, which was very much appreciated. A happy hour or so with my feet up, catching up with Dad and Lisa by telephone, helped a great deal, and now I'm caught up with LJ and have glanced through email, it must be bedtime.

Between the heat and the pregnancy my feet are ballooning. They look vaguely normal in the morning but by evening they are giant mutant feet on equally mutant ankles. Hurrah for my Teva sandals with 3 independently-adjustable straps.

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