Well, here we are in Mothercare, the Middle of the Darling Daughters and I.
We have already spent the best part of the day
over lunch in Bill's where the waiter made my day by calling us "girls". I'm presuming he was including me in this general salutation and that it was not reserved for the M of the DDs and my lovely god-daughter Pip who had joined us for the occasion. I'm sure
he was looking at me when he said it. Or perhaps that was wishful thinking.
One of the principal reasons behind Pip's joining us was for an Official Handover of
Hooters, the owl she has knitted for Little Champ's nursery. The Middle of the Darling Daughters wants birds flying from the nursery ceiling and those of us with any kind of knitting ability have been delighted to oblige.
Hooters is, well, a hoot. Plus, he came with a beautiful pair of baby's bootees in the shape of duck's feet. Totally darling. What a clever girl you are, Pip! (In many ways, you understand, not just because you can knit
Regular readers will remember me bewailing the difficulty of the knitting pattern for the blue tit I wanted to make, particularly because it required the use of the dreaded double pointed
needles. Well you will be pleased to hear (those of you who care, that is - and for the rest, well, just bear with me, you may like the end of this story) that I persevered and the finished bird is a thing of great beauty. He stands on little legs with bird-like
claws which cost me an afternoon of frustration and sore fingers before I sorted them.
Having met Hooters the Owl, I couldn't wait to introduce the birds one to the other. So there we were in the middle
of Pret a Manger when I announced" "Would you like to see my tit now?"
The Middle of the Darling Daughters hastily suggested we repair to Bill's, where nobody
had seen (or heard) me before.
Later, much later, and we are in Mothercare, as I said when I started today's blog. Oh, what an Aladdin's cave Mothercare is! Everything you want and need. And even more
that you want but don't need. And plenty that you neither want nor need, but presumably somebody does or why would it be there on the shelves?
When my first child was born, Mothercare was still pretty
new in the High Street and there was nothing else like it. It used to be my favourite shop, bar none. I used to visit it just to dream, not necessarily to buy anything. The Middle of the Darling Daughters has
a list, however. She is nothing if not organised. You would expect nothing less from a teacher of course. We carry our shopping baskets over our arms, wander round every section, and discuss the relative merits of all kinds of baby products on which
neither of us is particularly qualified to express an opinion.
We were both agreed on one purchase though. A small yellow duck for the bath.
Every babe should have one.