Saturday morning television of course! Little Fish seemed to think it was a little scary, but Mog was rather more impressed.
Television delayed the inevitable for an hour or so, but eventually that point in the morning arrived when it was either leave the house or do nothing but get annoyed all day. So, since Mog had told Uncle Colin she was going to be spending her birthday money on new trousers, we went into Oxford.
First stop Debenhams, where a rack of brightly coloured pinafore dresses caught Mog's eye. Thankfully only in a figurative sense, although Little Fish's enthusiastic pushing of Mog's chair nearly rendered it physically true too. I pulled out the dresses to show her properly and she gave a very enthusiastic yes. I pointed out that they weren't actually trousers, and showed her some nice trousers. She closed her eyes. Picked up the dress and she gave a wide eyed yes again.
Little Fish and I persuaded her to have a look elsewhere first. We called in at Gap where Mog quite liked one tshirt - sold out in her size. She refused to look at any of the others. Tried Monsoon but the children's clothes had been moved downstairs with no lift. M and S next, where Mog refused to look at anything at all. Back to Debenhams, where after a feeble attempt to convince her to think about music or story books instead, we bought the dress.The cardigan matched it and other clothes too well to be passed by.
And these boots were too perfect not to be bought for winter and chilly camping nights No zip, no pushing, just a velcro tab halfway down and an opening right to the bottom. Perfect.
Lunchtime next, pasta and icecream.
Mog was in charge of colour and texture, and Little Fish on layout and glueing. Is it a seascape? Cyclone at twighlight? The inside of my wardrobe?