Published Monday, 13 August 2012
It marks, unspoken, the end of a summer of freedom. A summer where you only had to wash your face if it was really dirty, of falling asleep on the sofa and playing with friends all day long. A summer of quality time.
I will be devastated to see my big two go back. We've had great fun out and about, having friends over, and visiting in far flung parts.
But the buying of the school shoes means it'll all be over soon. **Sigh**
So off we trudged to the nearest school shoe shop where they measure your feet. After taking my ticket and waiting for three years until the other mums had been served it was our turn.
The wee feet were measured, the shoes picked out and in the blink of an eye I'd spent well over £100. For two pair of shoes and some discounted gutties. And the worst thing about it is that the rate my son is eating, he'll be out of them before Hallowe'en.
"Can you not give him a half a size bigger to grow into?" (me to girl)
"Well we could but he wouldn't be able to walk" (girl to me)
So they lie, the shoes, in their boxes. At the bottom of the wardrobe. Everytime we look at them, we know the lovely (if wet) summer we have had is coming to an end.