Categories: musings
Date: 03 January 2008 16:34:41
Yes, I went shopping in Enfield Town with my mother today. It is one of the few places other than Oxford Street that still has an old fashioned department store. Arrived with six wine glasses I didn't want (she gave me them for Christmas) and left with a new red handbag which cheers me much more than wine glasses. She got a very nice charcoal grey skirt, though we couldn't find a top to go with it. Also we had scampi for lunch, in a pub. All very pleasant. It's a long time since I went shopping with my mother, and as her ability to stand around shops is now much more limited, it is a relatively brief and thus far more bearable experience. And she didn't persuade me into making any purchases I would later regret. In fact it was probably the other way around - I persuaded her to buy the skirt. I have only realized in the last week that my mother actually takes some notice of my opinion. This is a new and strange realization.
Thinking about a friend whose birthday is today (I got her a present on my trip) and whose mother died on the day after Boxing Day. I know I should be grateful I still have a mother to go shopping with. And I am... I just don't want to do it too often.